When I was in high school, I was super responsible. Wanted to be more on top of stuff than the next person, seem put-together. I watched people, learned quickly, decided that I would do lots of hard things, was ambitious and idealistic, blah blah blah. So I have this self-image, right, that I'm like super mature and responsible and probably ahead of my peers in that arena.
Dude, as if!! Post-college life hits me and I seriously can't do anything right. That's not totally fair to myself, because I mean I have a good job and good friends and I even tithe and stuff. ALL THAT ASIDE, I have to say----it takes me weeks to get shit done.
Exhibit A: My sister's wedding/Christmas/now-birthday present. (Keep in mind she got married LAST June and Christmas was in December. It is now coming up on June again and her wedding/Christmas/birthday gift still sits on a box in my bedroom in Chattanooga. She doesn't live anywhere near Chattanooga.)
Exhibit B: My dad asked me to transfer the title of my car to myself three weeks ago. This wasn't a surprise. He has been gently nudging me to get my own car insurance for a few months and then we got to the point where he just has to transfer the title. So he literally puts EVERYTHING together for me and mails it to me with a wonderful print-up explaining to me literally everything I need to do.
And yet I still manage to screw it up. I go to the wrong place first and offer up my file full of personal information. The nice little lady behind the divider looks at me with some alarm and sympathy and says, "Now, sweetie, who told you you were supposed to come here?" Come to think of it, no one. I just came to the place where I assumed I had to come.
Three locations and thousands of forms later, I have my own car title. (Some of this was not my fault and was simply the beauty of bureaucracy at work.)
For now those are my exhibits. But they make me wonder what seventeen-year-old me would think. She'd probably laugh and be relieved I turned out to not be too uptight.
