On Being an In-Between

This past Saturday, we went and saw the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.  Unfortunately, there were no Trans-Siberian tigers.  There were, however, pyrotechnics, lasers, and long-haired men in coattails wailing on their electric guitars.  Because, as we know, that's what Christmas is all about.  It was an epileptic nightmare. But also: incredibly awesome.  I like to think that if Franz Liszt were still alive, he would be this hardcore -- he was such the rockstar of the 19th-century Hungarian composers.





Signs that, to your dismay, you just may be an ADULT: 

• You have a college degree/job/car/rent/mortgage
• No one asks if you want a kids menu anymore
• You're your own guardian, and hence, can sign your own waivers
• You have voted at least once in an election of a presidential nature
• You have grown-up things like credit cards and savings accounts, and you make your own haircut appointments
• You do things like "running errands" 
• You're in charge of the music playing in the car
• Cleaning is a thing you do on your own, without your mom asking you several times
• You don't exactly belong to a "Young Single In-Between" ward

Signs that, despite all of the above evidence, there's no way you could possibly be entrenched in adulthood:

• You spend too great a chunk of grocery money on things like candy, DVDs, and Christmas socks
• You have never had anything dry-cleaned
• When you ask for a "student" ticket at the movies, no one asks to see your ID
• You can't rent a car yet
• You're still not quite sure how to file your taxes.  Like, what exactly does "exempt" mean??
• 11:30 is a little early to be going to bed
• Sometimes you eat things like string cheese, ice cream, a tortilla, and pudding, and then count that as dinner
• You are still a recipient of "Santa's" generosity
• Health insurance? That's what parents are for! 

Not really sure where I fall, I decided that I'll be a real adult once I turn 25 or get married -- whichever comes second.