The other morning I refilled my MetroCard in under half an hour. This might not seem extraordinary, but it was a BFD for me. You see, I usually charge my MetroCard and can't ever remember the correct billing address for whichever credit card I'm using, so I end up getting my zip code wrong over and over (and over.) But this time I had actual, real money in my bank account and the good sense to use my debit card. (I have never forgotten my pin, knock on wood.) I felt so adult-ish. I'd sort-of budgeted for a need in my life, and not a need like a vintage fringed Navajo vest because "I just feel like it's so me," but a real necessity, you know?
But then I realized I'm almost thirty. Ok, so I'm 26, but in gay years that makes me...117. And in my mind I feel like I'm just coming out of my teens. In terms of life-preparedness I'm somewhere between the beginning part of Lost In Translation where ScarJo is just sort of picking her butt in a hotel room (except I'm single) and that scene in Bridesmaids where Maya Rudolph shits herself in the middle of the street (except I'm single). All is not lost, though. I've compiled here a list of thirteen things I know about myself/have learned about myself/have come to terms with about myself so that I can feel like some degree of progress has been made over the last two and a half decades. (Holy fuck, two and a half decades! *shits self in street*)
