A Licence to ‘Adult’.

It used to be, by the time most of us managed to get a high school and/or college diploma, it was a fairly good bet we wouldn’t screw up being adults too badly. I have been seriously wondering what changed between those of us now in our late 40s and up, and a large number of those currently 20 to 45.

For example….when I was little, my dad had his ‘club night’ with the guys, and my mother took a variety of evening classes (never more than twice a week). They occasionally went out as a  couple on a weekend, but NOT EVERY weekend. We spent more time  as a family than individuals. Fast forward to the Kidling’s early school years, and most of the talk among parents waiting to pick up their children seemed to be about plans to ditch the kids with the grandparents or sitter, and go get blasted. That’s high school/college shit; not parental stuff.

Move up to now. We have a very nice bike/pedestrian pathway around here. So why did I just nearly hit two females, dressed for the gym in lycra and spandex,  riding their bikes down the middle of the damn road? And what was with the twit this afternoon who got in a left-turn only lane, just to try to get a jump on the CDTA bus at the light?

We need licences to drive (although I wonder how some people passed the test), licences to get married, to practice certain professions, to hunt, to own a legal fire arm….. Sometimes I think we need to start testing and licencing people to Adult, as well.

About Mad Annie, Bronwyn, Ann

I am a wife.mother, writer, cashier (hey, it helps pay the bills), Pagan who sometimes thinks too much. A jackie of all trades and mistress of none
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