You know that moment when you wake up in the middle of the night and really need to use the restroom, so you blindly stumble across your dark room, run into something shin level that you could’ve sworn wasn’t there when you went to sleep, and yell “WHO’S THERE?!” even though it’s no one and you just tripped over your laundry basket?
That’s how I feel navigating the world of young adulthood. I know this is a somewhat overused trope, not knowing how to adult, but there is a reason that it is overused, and that reason is that it is abundantly relevant in the age of googling how to iron a shirt.
I know there are some people out there who are thrown into adulthood rather than eased into it, and I cannot imagine their struggle. I am being eased into adulthood and still feel like a chicken with its head cut off, and I have it easy. Sure, I do “adult” things like maintain a job, pay for gas and buy a solid 55 percent of my necessities, but there are some “adult” things that I have recently had the opportunity to be involved in under not so satisfactory circumstances.
The thing that really kick-started this new level of adulting for me was when I was in a car wreck. Let me just say, that was not very fun. At all. Being in a wreck really opens those adult doors hard and fast.
First off, I got a citation. Let me put this into perspective. I have never had any form of major disciplinary actions taken against me that I can remember, much less received a ticket or a citation. I have never even been pulled over before. I do not do well in situations where I am in trouble, so I do my best to avoid them at all costs. So, as a respectable “adult,” I paid a portion of my citation and took a driver safety course to take care of the rest. This, however, was the least of my new “adult” worries.
For those of you who have ever been vehicle shopping, you may know that there sure are some sharks in the water. A few days after the wreck, my dad came up to Denton to help me find another vehicle for work. I just want to put this out there: my dad is a superhero. Anyways, he took me around a few small used car dealerships to find a replacement, and when we finally found one in budget that was almost exactly like my old car, the salesman strung us along for a solid four hours while changing the price point along the way. To say the least, we did not do business with them.
Another fun event I participated in was applying for a credit card. I have never been more confused in my life as when the lady at the bank was explaining the different kinds of credit cards I had to choose from. Why not just read my mind and recommend which one I should apply for rather than make me physically choose? It’s all just too much pressure, if you ask me. Also, I don’t completely understand the strategy of owning a credit card. You’re telling me the bank has to see that they can make money off of me before accepting my application? I thought banks just kind of held your money for you. I know I probably sound ignorant, and that is because I am. In regards to credit and banking, I take full responsibility in my lack of knowledge.
Things have settled down for the most part, and I now have a steady job to show the bank that I’m not a deadbeat, I guess. I still don’t know how that works. I’m learning every day how to be a better young adult, so please only judge me behind my back about my ignorance. That would be greatly appreciated. Just remember that everyone has been or will be where I am at now at some point in their lives. That’s what I’ve been telling myself, but instead of taking everything with just a grain of salt, I am taking a heaping handful.
Jordan Maddox is a 2018 Henderson High School graduate and former intern for The Henderson News. She currently attends the University of North Texas.
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