Why I’ll Never Be Treated Like An Adult

  • I work at the same responsibility level as people who are still undergoing puberty.
  • I leave the discarded crust edges of my pizza on my plate.
  • I have been using a cake tin as a salad bowl for at least a year, rather than forking out the $3 to buy a larger bowl.
  • I think of vacuuming as an ‘optional’ household chore.
  • On more than one occasion at a formal event, I’ve been told that my shirt is not ironed.
  • I am still always in shock when the toilet paper supply runs out.
  • I’d like to buy a dog, but my first thought is immediately “but who will feed it?”
  • I still accept money for petrol off my mum when I visit.
  • I create scenarios in my head where I envision telling off someone who has recently pissed me off.
  • Washing my clothes consists of washing, drying and then being left in a pile on the floor for an undetermined period of time.
  • I allow myself a big enough period of time in the morning to snooze my alarm clock at least 5 times.
  • I giggle at words like ‘tits.’
  • I still use the phrase ‘when I grow up.’

Adventures in loserville-15

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8 thoughts on “Why I’ll Never Be Treated Like An Adult

  1. Shock at the toilet paper running out … Check … In fact one time when we ran out I vowed it would never happen again so I went to store with wife and piled the shopping cart high with only toilet paper. When we checked out they told me they hoped this was for a prank and with a straight face I replied, no we just sh1+ a lot. I thought my wife was going to kill me.

    Multiple snooze periods … Check

    I giggle at words like ‘tits’ … Me too

    I still use the phrase ‘when I grow up’ … Check, but at 60 I’m running out of time …

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