Nangle Natters: Myths & Fairies

There’s a myth of the ‘grown up’, even more so in this ever-creative and skipping-fairy town of ours. When do you actually become a grown up? I used to think it was when I moved out from my parents. But then I did that and all it meant was remembering to pay the utility bills before we got cut off. I didn’t feel any different, just a little bit more likely to fall asleep in places that weren’t designated sleeping areas.
Then I thought it might be when I started a ‘career’. You know, not just the ‘job’ you do on Saturdays so you can go out on Saturday nights. Something with a long term plan and ambition that your parents tell their friends that you are ‘in’. But that just offered up even more places to fall asleep in I shouldn’t – as well as parties where I really could not be described as a grown up in any way, shape or form.
I’m still not sure what a ‘grown up’ is, but the more I realise I now don’t really care, the more I have a sneaking suspicion I might be close to being one. So it’s not that far off from being a very small child. Just have the bare bases covered, and the rest is juice boxes all the way.