On Being an Adult

Things.

I’ve done a lot of adult things in the last few weeks. I’ve bought a car, I’ve moved in with my long-term partner, we’ve moved to Dalby, I’ve driven back in order to finish working at my full time career job. We bought all the adult things (see picture for evidence) and set up our house like adults. Somehow, somewhere along the line I became a grown up and can do all the things I used to think were the sole domain of grown ups like pay bills and talk to strangers on the phone and work 5 days a week and remember to brush my teeth.

And yet, this morning I spent a CONSIDERABLE amount of time looking at pictures and videos on the internet of a certain Mister Benedict Cumberbatch. I watched movie trailers of the Hobbit persuasion, I trawled tumblr for all the Sherlock pictures. I didn’t get out of bed until after midday.

Tonight I’m going to go see the Muppets. I can quote Toy Story, The Emperor’s New Groove and large sections of Finding Nemo exceedingly accurately. I could talk to you for HOURS on the merits of each Hogwarts house (yes, even the Hufflepuffs, though I maintain that many of them are there because they fulfill the requisite “puff” requirements).

What makes an adult then? Can an adult seriously maintain a blog about this kind of stuff? Do most people suddenly stop enjoying the things they enjoyed when they were younger and start only enjoying wine and talking about politics and making children? (well the making part’s alright, it’s the other part I don’t understand, the bit with the snot and the crying).

I am genuinely, seriously, considering getting a tattoo.  A Harry Potter tattoo. And a little part of my brain (and probably yours, too) keeps thinking, tattoos are for life, are you sure you want that? And then the rest of my brain thinks, honestly and genuinely, I’m never going to stop loving Harry Potter. It’s never going to stop meaning all the things it means to me. The smell of those books is never going to stop making me feel 11 again. If 80-year-old Lizzy doesn’t want a Harry Potter tattoo then she should probably go read the books again, it’s probably been more than 12 months. Maybe her eyes are going, hey! 80-year-old Lizzy! Get the audio books with Stephen Fry doing all the voices, then you’ll remember.

Can an adult have a Harry Potter tattoo? Can an adult get stupidly excited about the Hobbit films? Can an adult buy cornettos and put them in the work freezer to have as afternoon treats? You’re damn right they can! In fact that last one is genius if I do say so myself. An adult can still say the phrase ‘grown up’ like it’s a foreign concept, and maintain healthy adult relationships and a job and stuff, if they want.

And if you think otherwise, you’re not a grown up… you’re boring. 

P.S This adult has started making videos now too. Check, check, czech em out http://www.youtube.com/user/lizzyish8/videos