You know how I know I’m adult. Look over there. That’s my microwave. Do you notice anything about it? It has the right time on it…isn’t that such an adult thing to do? When I was at your place I couldn’t help but notice that you still had those infantile, green, blinking lights that just read all zeros. That’s dangerous dude. See, I live by myself and if I were to fall down in my kitchen and suffered a spine injury, I wouldn’t be able to crawl to my cell phone, my TV or even read the clock that I have in the living room. And what if I wasn’t wearing my watch? That’s right, I would be able to look at the microwave and know how long I’ve been lying there in a puddle of my own blood and broken bones. If no help came I would know exactly when I would have to start eating my own hands. You, on the other hand, would be stuck just guessing about how long you’ve been lying there, looking at those stupid zeros and you would probably would start eating your hands too soon. Then not only would you be would be paralyzed, you would have no hands too. I would have a much better wheelchair than you because I could still use my hands…I’d look like much more of an adult after getting out of the hospital.
Hey, come over here and look at my closet. I have all of my clothes separated by shirts, pants and jackets. Oh, and look down towards the ground. That’s called a shoe rack and it helps organize all of my very professional looking shoes. When I was still a kid I would sometimes have to look all over my room looking for a missing shoe. At my last job I once showed up with two different shoes on…isn’t that just ridiculous. I give PowerPoint presentations now in board rooms, there’s no way I can do that now. Do you give presentations at your non-executive job? Probably not. You’re lucky though, it must be nice to not worry about where your shoes are all the time. Really, it’s not all bad being an adult. Just the other day a guy on the subway in New York City, or as its otherwise known, “The Big Apple”, said to me “Hey, nice shoes.” I looked down and there was gum all over them. But the great thing was that I came home and knew exactly where another pair was for work the next day. I had to give a really big presentation so I really needed nice, matching shoes on.
Oh, you notice some of my wall pieces, huh? Yea, I think they add a lot of character to the place. I got most of them at Pier One. There was a time in my life when I went to Ikea, but now I don’t go to places like that. What kind of a place sells furniture and food…how tacky is that? Do you still have that dresser from Ikea, with the broken drawer? In a few years I might be able to give you my dresser because I read in a magazine the other day that you should really change your furniture up every 2 or 3 years because it helps your positive psyche. Don’t worry, it’s really complicated, man. Speaking of, I’ve been reading a lot of New Wave literature about soy based foods, positive thinking and contraction isometric exercising. Do you still work out with dumbbells? Dude, you can really hurt yourself like that, it’s all in that magazine on that accent table. Oh, I’m sorry, the end table over there. I didn’t want you to think that I was talking about a table that talked with an accent, because that’s what I thought at first a few years back before I really knew about furniture like I do now.
You should join my co-ed kickball team sometime, it’s a blast! It’s a really good way to just get together and blow off some steam after work. With all the pressures of life these days it’s nice to reach back to my childhood and get some clean R&R afterhours. Sometimes we even head out to the local bar afterwards and indulge in some half price appetizers and imported beers. Those domestics are so low brow and they give me the worst chest pains the next day…that’s when you know you’re getting old right? Haha, hilarious.
Remember when we were kids and you wanted to be a big time movie writer? Are you still following that old pipe dream? That was probably the biggest part of growing up for me, well, other than cutting out caffeine. My girlfriend and I had a really long talk at the local bistro about life, it was great. I know she’s not the best looking girl, but she’s a really good cook and her credit score is flawless. It was tiring having a different girl every night and even though my girlfriend now doesn’t really like me touching her, at least we always have things to talk about. Anyways, so we were talking about how silly I was to think that at 28 I could still try and chase down these childhood dreams. At some point it’s important to realize that working a 9-5 and renting a one bedroom apartment isn’t really so bad.
Right? Oh, I almost forgot to show you my “Wipe Your Paws” doormat…