Different is the polite way of saying weird.

Growing up...It's weird. It's like one day, you're a teenager. All you are worried about is getting through the day that you are currently living. The next day, you wake up and you have a million responsibilities sitting in your lap waiting for you to sort them out. 

If I've said it once, I've said it a million times, I've been a "grown up" since I was ten years old. Sure, I did silly things, played pretend, glued everything together, cut many things apart and lots of other little kid things, but I was just...different.  In this case, different is the polite way of saying weird...Ima just let my freak flag fly.

I like old things. I'm pretty sure that I was born in the wrong time period. Lots of people say that...but I think that most of those people are just trying to sound cool... at the risk of sounding like a hipster, I'd say that I thought I was stuck in wrong time period before that was the cool thing to say. 

I've already gotten very off track...I meant for this to be a short and sweet post about how I know that I've really started to become a grown up. 

These all say "you" but they are fairly specific to me...you is just a good pronoun for this sitch.

You know you're a grown up when...

You go no where near the young adult section at the Barnes & Noble.  Instead you browse the classics and non-fiction (I know, I'm a werido, I love non-fiction...)

You don't order hot chocolate at the coffee place...

You no longer shop once a year for school, but at least once every pay period...

You look at price tags and say shit like "I could make that for cheaper!"

You swear in front of your parent and you don't feel like you're going to get into trouble.

You begin to make choices after making a pros & cons list instead playing rock, paper, scissors with your sister.

When you go to the grocery store, there's not a pizza Lunchable in the cart at check out

When you buy a movie at the store, it's not animated (okay, I love animated movies, but I watch them far less often)

When you are thinking about gifts that you'd like for Christmas, you find yourself wanting socks, a toothbrush, and pyrex dishes for your future home. 

You get mail that says your actual name on it and not "to the parents or guardians of..." 

You don't procrastinate nearly as much.

You think back to high school wondering why you thought it was so hard. You could ace it if you did it another time around. 

You don't think "well, I don't have to work tomorrow, so I can stay up all night" You just go to bed because you're exhausted and life as an adult is hard...

And...I could go on and on about the ways that I am old lady, but I don't want ya'll to think that I'm not cool... (I'm not, but I think that I can at least pretend that I am cool on the bliggity blog)