Things I have learned about adulthood:
Arriving two hours ahead of your flight at the airport is usually overkill.
That said, I’m too chicken to risk it, because I know the one time I cut it close will be the one time it all goes wrong. (ETA: Since I first started writing this post, I’ve cut it close. And sure enough, luggage mishaps meant we nearly missed our flight. Those people whose names get read out loud over the sound system as a last call? That was us, just as we hurried through the carry-on bag scan.)
Mail is never a good thing.
Getting letters was fun when you were a kid. It was a novelty, because really, when did you ever get mail apart from when your penpals wrote to you or family from overseas sent cards? (Do people still do that kind of thing, by the way?) Nowadays, when you see items in the letterbox, it’s always bills, bills, bills. Everyone wants your money, be it the IRD, the transport authorities, your insurance company, the gym, whatever. Or, in one case, a debt collector chasing up T for driving off from a petrol station without paying. A genuine mistake, but one that came with a stupid tax – though at least it isn’t one going on his record.
Occasionally you will eat cake for lunch and ice cream for dinner.
Or is it just me? Tell me it isn’t just me.
It’s true, heels can make your legs look better.
I did not believe this until recently. When I bought my first pair of heels, I was, to say the least, unimpressed. I’d like to think that while my legs are not particularly muscular, they are pretty shapely. And the way heels crunched my calf muscles higher up on the leg was not pretty. I’m strictly a flats girl on a daily basis (I have insanely flat feet, so I’ve never had trouble in terms of arch support) but even the very sporadic busting out of heels for awards ceremonies, fancy dinners and other such occasions seems to have made my legs more accustomed to the stress of walking around on tiptoe. Now, they look just as good as anyone else’s.
Finally, and on a more serious note: People will disappoint you.
I was always a bit emo, a bit pessimistic, a bit sceptical. However, no matter how jaded you are when you start out, the capacity for other human beings to piss you off and let you down … well, you haven’t even scratched the surface.