

Adult-Child
Is it emotionally stunted of me not to want to do anything I don’t want to do? A part of me thinks that I am basically one step above a petulant child (a small step, if that) because there are many facets of adult life that I simply refuse to accept as part of my reality. For example, I don’t do housework. I pay other people to do all of my cleaning and, truth be told, most of my cooking. I throw shit away. Shit that I really should hold onto (like bank statements and ins