My cousin just got engaged, and I just got two cats -A Memoir
Welcome to the hot mess that is my inner monologue (and this blog.) Here I will share with you the random goings-on in my brain, throughout day to day life. There will also be some DIY and other projects thrown on here but mostly, I believe, this will be a place for me to reflect on being a twenty-something learning to be a mostly functioning member of society.
As I write my first entry, I have one kitten sitting on my lap staring intently at the screen as I type, while the other is putting a lot of effort into trying to figure out whether the mole on my boob is in fact attached to my body. Spoiler alert: it is -- Zoe. (ouch.)
There are a lot of things people don’t tell you about learning to adult on your own. The first being -- IT'S HARD. Not just day to day activities, like remembering to feed yourself or locking the door, but watching other almost-adults adulting better then you. Very recently my slightly younger cousin got engaged! (Congrats girl!) And though I am extremely excited for her and this new adventure she is about to embark on, there is one thing I am extremely aware of: she’s about to get married and I just got the crazy cat lady starter kit.
Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore my two ridiculous furbabies! They are adorable, hilarious, and make me more responsible, kind of. I wouldn’t trade them for anything! Really I wouldn’t. But, I can’t help but be concerned that while she explains away her potential hickeys as being from an amorous fiance excited at the prospect of their pending marriage, I will have to explain that, “Yes, I am indeed still single. My cats just like to chew on my necklaces. While I am wearing them.”
I’m really not constantly contemplating the possibility of being forever alone, as I’ve been assured from multiple people that that’s probably not going to happen (thanks Mom and Dad.) Honestly, that hasn't been really high on my list of things that worry me recently. Things that rank high on my list of importance are: Is that a bug in my apartment? Why are the kittens so quiet? Am I going to have to kill that bug myself? Did I work enough to afford groceries this week? How did that bug get in here? Is the new JK Rowling movie going to be up to snuff? Are there more bugs where that one came from?
As you can see, I definitely have my priorities straight. For today though, I suppose will accept the fact that the only thing that will be climbing me in the foreseeable future are my kittens.