I have a confession to make.
I’ve been living a lie.
I've spent the last ten years or so pretending to be an adult. Even going to the extreme lengths of having a baby and buying a house to convince you all that I am, in fact, a responsible grown up. Now as my 30th birthday approaches, I think its time to come clean.
I, Emma Coogan, am a 16 year old masquerading as an adult. And I had you all tricked didn't I?!
But if you look closely (past the wrinkles), you can see the signs of my enduring youth.
- The panic etched on my face as I prepare to buy alcohol: rehearsing my date of birth and star sign - just in case they ask. Then feeling as if I've gotten away with something when they usher me in without a second look. Eh hello? Don't you realise I'm underage and about to drink myself into an oblivion because I've yet to realise the one that's too many?
- When using public transport I head straight for the back seats. Because that's were all the cool kids sit obvz.
- Every time I go out for dinner, I order burger and chips. No matter the restaurant, setting or occasion, all I want is a burger drowned in ketchup.
- (This should really be 3a) When at home, I enjoy beans on toast or boiled egg and soldiers.
- I refer to my apartment as 'The Club House'.
- I live in fear of my Mam giving out to me for spending too much money on clothes or going out and when I step back into her house I automatically revert back to teenage mode, expecting her to make me tea and tidy up after me.
- And that constant teenager/first-job feeling of ‘I have no idea what I'm doing’ and 'It’s only a matter of time before I’m found out'
- Let’s not mention how long it takes me to respond to 'Mama'. It always takes a couple of moments before I realise I am in fact the Mama she is referring to. Eek. Or if a child calls me Lady or Woman. "That Lady"...Huh? What lady? Me? Nah.
- My conversations revolve more around Sabrina The Teenage Witch than current affairs.
- I don't understand taxes or politics and worry more about what my theme tune should be rather than my pension.
- My playlists consist of Hanson, Sisqo and mid-90s Celine Dion.
- I enjoy hopskotch, jigsaws, swings and making up dance routines.
- At toddler group the other day I noticed my outfit (dungarees) matched more of the kids than it did the parents.
- And when I hear Jamie talking business, I'm like...'Wow..such a grown up'.
Part of me is just waiting for that day I wake up caring about politics, but for now I'm happy out being a teenage mom. If I could just convince my parents to pay and cook for me, I would be sorted.
Hilarious... And way too close to the truth! I think I feel closer to 21 but still clueless! Sometimes grown up stuff scares me so much, and I dont think I will ever get used to this adult lark!
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