I once came across this internet meme -- it had an image of a little pug slumped flat on the floor and the words: "I can't adult today. Please don't make me adult." It cracked me up! I thought, how funny, that I, at 38, with a husband and almost-teenage children and all the trappings (taxes, insurance, etc. and all accompanying documents), am still waiting to wake up one morning all self-assured and wise. You know, all grown up. I wonder what my kids would think if they found out that Mommy, and maybe also Daddy, are still just figuring things out as they go along. I realize that so much of "being an adult" is conscious effort, performance.
"Pretend" was a good thing when I was growing up. It was hours of fun. My favorite scenarios to "pretend": grocery shopping and cashiering, concerts, and dress up. The last one wasn't a scenario per se but just a chance to choose clothes from a stash of cast-asides and be fancy. (Fancy!) I'm not sure I ever pretended to be in an office, although I loved it when my dad took me to his office. I had a feeling I'd work in an office too but I couldn't really grasp what actual work people did in an office. Grocery shopping and cashiering felt material. Concerts were feasible! And being fashionable required imagination and so much thought! Yet all those things seemed easier and more real than working in an office!