Today, I actually went shopping for things I needed for myself because my parents told me they wanted me to do that now and then. I really only needed to get light bulbs because both of them finally burnt out in my room a couple of days ago and I was tired of having to crawl around everywhere and run into things because I’m only in there at night.
     When I get to the store, I feel extra responsible and remember that I could pick up some food that I bought myself and my parents would love me more. I spend nearly an hour in the store after walking in with no plan, an empty stomach, and only tiny shreds of hope that I would be able to decide between DiGiorno four-cheese and Freschetta something else cheese.
     Once I gather some groceries that I feel would only be the necessary things (plus almond milk), I head on over to the cash register.
     Here is where I spend $40 on groceries and feel like an idiot.
     I get home just as my parents pull into the garage, and my mom asks me why I bought so many groceries. Here is where I make peace with the death of the last bit of confidence I had in this endeavor. The last items I take out of the grocery bags are my much-needed light bulbs, which my step-dad mentions I didn’t need; pointing out packages of them that we keep above the washing machine. I tell my mom I think I bought too many groceries. She tells me all I need to buy are supplies for my bathroom, which I have been doing for a year already.

Moral: Do not try to be a responsible adult if you don’t have to. It is a terrible, awful decision.