R-Rated Adult Activities (But Make It Appropriate)
Last night, I went grocery shopping by myself. It was a surprisingly demanding task—one where a strategic mind was absolutely required. “Should I buy papaya for breakfast this week?” I stared at it, trying to calculate how many days it would take me to finish.
Eventually, I placed the papaya into my basket, along with some baby Brastagi carrots and four red tomatoes. Then, I snapped a quick picture and posted it on my Instagram story with the caption: “adult activity amirite”.
I think it’s important that we can all joke sometimes about the things we have to do in the name of adulting. Life in the mid-twenties is already oh-so-serious—so why not make it less daunting?
Let’s compile a list of (appropriate) R-rated adult activities we can all relate to. I’ll start:
- Paying the bills
(I feel like a whole-ass different person now that I have to pay rent and electricity.) - Grocery shopping
(It’s a "by me, from me, for me" kind of thing.) - Going to work on the weekdays and staying in on the weekends
(The thrill of seeing your bed at 9 p.m. hits different.) - Business meeting
(Sometimes they feel like school group work in disguise—and that’s okay.) - Decluttering childhood stuff
(I hate throwing away sentimental things, but I hate pests more.) - Voluntarily eating healthy food
(I'm anti-less-sugar no more.) - Filing tax
(Enough said.) - Making a monthly budget
(Because money doesn't grow on trees and we girls need a brake.) - Treasuring a nap
(I still can't believe I used to refuse to nap as a kid. What was wrong with me?) - Cleaning EVERYTHING
(When you're an adult, it's insane how everything starts to magically dust.)
Feel free to add more to the list. I love a long list!
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