You Know You’re Grown Up When…
Posted by VickyC on July 3rd, 2010
You know you’re grown up when your parents start talking to you about pensions.. Not their pension.. Not grandma’s pension.. No, no.. YOUR pension.
I was talking to my mum today, and she suggested something about property portfolios about pensions.. Which I’m sure is a lovely idea – if I knew the first thing about it. I guess it’s something I’ll have to address with my accountant.. my accountant! How scary is that?!!? I don’t know what’s worse, talking about my own pension or realising that I have 35 – 40 years to work until state-approved retirement.
What’s that saying? With great responsibility comes great… great power? great sacrifice? No, it’s great confusion!
It’s not that I don’t want to grow up. Au contraire mon frere.. In fact, I feel quite the opposite. I always wanted to be grown-up and play house! I just didn’t realise that lawyers and accountants and pension portfolios were part of the deal. I guess it’s a bit like when you move out for the first time and didn’t realize the toilet paper doesn’t magially appear in the vanity, or that lightbulbs dont just magically grow in the “odds and sods drawer”.
I remember the first time I had to go out and buy all of that stuff: toilet paper, kitchen paper, washing up liquid, washing powder, a laundry basket, hand soap and all those little bits and pieces and end up costing a small fortune. It’s depressing.
And you know you’re extra grown up when you start looking at the “price per sheet” on the loo roll and kitchen paper tags at the grocery store, and you’re mumbling at yourself while scanning all of the labels. You look like a crazy person, but at that moment, saving those 0.27 cents per roll is the most important thing in the world.
And all of a sudden, you’re at the cash with 20 packages of loo roll. And before you know it, you’ve turned into the crazy person, who stock piles things in their house because it’s cheap. You have a Shoppers Drugmart section in your house filled with shampoos and toothbrushes and baby cream (you haven’t got kids – but it was on sale!!!) – because you don’t know when someone might need a toothbrush, or hair-dye-safe-grey-protection-banana-scented shampoo.
And then one day you open the door, and the crew from Intervention is standing outside your door to deal with your obsessive “cheap crap” buying compulsions. *Shudder*
How scary is that?! It’s pretty damned scary. So scary, in fact, that I think it’s time for a cup of tea.. You know you’re grown up when you choose to spend your Saturday night with a cup of tea while waking up your Google to read up on property portfolios and pensions.. Can someone pass me my walker and bifocals on a string..?
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