Being a Grown Up


When you’re little you think that being a ‘Grown Up’ and being ‘Little’ are two separate categories. Two completely distinct concepts. First you’re a child, then BAM you turn into a Grown Up, like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly – something that’s completely different.

But actually you find yourself at quite an adult-sounding age (like 26) and you’re still waiting to turn into this ‘Grown Up’ person you’ve been imagining. It’s not until you get here that you realise that no one’s really a Grown Up. We’re all bumbling around LOOKING like Grown Ups (I mean kids in shops refer to you as a ‘lady’, you may own a pencil skirt or two and you have a direct debit with British Gas) but none of us have a fucking clue what we’re doing.

I feel like I’ve learned one of the great secrets of life, the secret of the private members’ club known as ‘GROWN UPS’. You never turn into that elusive Grown Up you were looking forward to. You’re still the same person you were when you were 10, you’ve just done more stuff and read more books and met more people.

“If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree,
I’ll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!”
J M Barrie, Peter Pan


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