Why I Hate the Word ‘Adulting’
Look, let’s get one thing straight. I hate the word ‘adulting.’ It’s this weird, self-deprecating term that’s supposed to make us feel better about the fact that we’re bad at being grown-ups. Like, congratulations, you remembered to pay a bill on time? You’re adulting! Newsflash: that’s not a special skill.
But here’s the thing. I’m really bad at adulting. Like, I once went three weeks without noticing that my fridge had stopped working. I’m not proud of it, but it happened. And honestly, I think it’s time we all stop pretending we’ve got our lives together.
So, this is my story. It’s messy, it’s imperfect, and it’s gonna be honest. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that life is a lot more fun when you stop trying to be perfect.
How I Learned to Cook (Sort Of)
Let’s rewind to about three months ago. I was sitting in my tiny Singapore apartment, staring at a can of beans. I had no idea how to open it. I know, I know—laugh all you want. But hear me out.
You see, I’m one of those people who grew up with a mom who really didn’t want me in the kitchen. Like, she’d literally shoo me away with a wooden spoon. So, I never learned to cook. And when I moved out, I survived on instant noodles and takeout. But one day, I met this guy, let’s call him Marcus, at a café in Tampines. He was a chef, and he took pity on me.
He said, ‘Look, cooking isn’t rocket science. It’s just… yeah, it’s just putting stuff together and hoping for the best.’ Which… yeah. Fair enough.
So, I started trying. And failing. A lot. I burned toast. I overcooked pasta. I once set off the fire alarm making scrambled eggs. But I kept going. And now? I can make a mean stir-fry. It’s not gourmet, but it’s edible. And that’s a win in my book.
The Great Laundry Debacle of 2023
Okay, so remember when I said my life was messy? Let me tell you about the time I tried to do laundry. It was last Tuesday. I was feeling ambitious. I had a pile of clothes that was basically a small mountain. I thought, ‘Hey, I can do this. How hard can it be?’
Hard. It was really hard. I put everything in the washing machine, added detergent, and turned it on. Simple, right? Wrong. Because I forgot to check the tags. And when I opened the machine, I had a pile of clothes that were either too small, too big, or had lost all their color.
I stood there, staring at the mess, and I burst out laughing. Because what else could I do? Cry? Yell? No. I laughed. And then I texted my friend Dave, who’s basically a laundry expert. He told me to chill, that it happens to everyone. And he was right.
So, I learned. I read the tags. I separated the colors. And I survived. And you know what? My clothes are still a mess, but at least they fit and match now.
Why I’m Embracing the Chaos
You know what I’ve realized? Life is chaos. And that’s okay. It’s okay to be bad at adulting. It’s okay to burn toast. It’s okay to shrink your favorite sweater. Because at the end of the day, we’re all just figuring it out as we go along.
And if you’re looking for some yaşam tarzı günlük gelişim ipuçları, here’s my advice: be kind to yourself. Laugh at your mistakes. And remember, it’s okay to be a work in progress.
So, here’s to the messy, glorious art of adulting. May we all keep figuring it out, one burnt toast and shrunken sweater at a time.
About the Author
Hi, I’m Sarah. I’m a lifestyle writer who’s still figuring out how to adult. I live in Singapore with my cat, Miso, and I’m always up for a good laugh at my own expense. You can find me on Twitter @SarahWritesStuff.
