Things I thought I would do as a grown-up, when I was seven.
Wear pantyhose.
Okay, I have worn panytyhose in my life, but not with the regularity I assumed I would. I do not even own a pair, currently. If my mother found this out she would be scandalized.
Get brainwashed.
I didn't know if it would be by an underground militia or a cult, but I was pretty sure that at some point in my life, I would be wearing white robes and my new name would be Snowfall. I wasn't looking forward to deprogramming, but I knew that when I did, my brooding deprogrammer would fall in love with me even as he brutalized my warped mind back into reality. It's for your own good, he would whisper over my inert body. Still hasn't happened.
Quit smoking.
I have never smoked, so I have never been able to quit. I have been robbed of that triumphant feeling of removing the nicotine monkey from my back.
Play bridge.
I barely know what bridge is, but the adults I knew, they all played it. As I came of age, I suspected that I would be indoctrinated into the ways of bridge. So far no one's come at me with a pack of cards.
Play tennis.
I hated tennis, I could never play, in school I was always assigned to hit balls against the side of the building because I disrupted everyone else's game—but when I reached some milestone of adulthood, I knew that I would simply begin sporting tennis whites and calling my gal pals up for doubles. I thank God every day that this has not happened.
Attend corporate black-tie events.
This would be for my husband, who would be some sort of corporate stooge. See above re: thanking God. Then again, paid vacations would be nice.
Enjoy cocktails at 5.
You know in Annie Hall, when Woody Allen has dinner with Diane Keaton's family? That's how Scott describes meeting my family, a lot. And it's all because of the cocktails. (Also some other things.) Mother likes her Manhattans. But here I am, almost 40, and if I have a drink at 5 p.m. I'm asleep by 8.
Have a nervous breakdown.
Having read "The Yellow Wallpaper," I figured that at some point in a woman's life she succumbs. And everyone knows I'm the nervous type, prone to hysteria, given to fits. I assumed that at some point I would take to my bed for a period of weeks, perhaps in the country. There would be hushed voices outside my door, the occasional cool compress. And yet! Although I have suffered the melancholia throughout my life, I have not yet felt my mind completely fracture. There's still time, though.










August 13, 2007
Reader Comments (78)
Too bad Solid Gold went off the air, otherwise...
i thought when i was an adult i would attend more cocktail parties, while my hair was in a bun and probably wearing pantyhose. pimento stuffed olives and toothpicks were involved.
Thank God the Charles Manson part never came true.
Stupid Russian Empire caving in on itself and ruining my childhood dreams.
I also thought for sure I'd be in a cult. I was fascinated by Patty Hearst.
"I have been robbed of that triumphant feeling of removing the nicotine monkey from my back. " - I almost find this insulting. Never having smoked, you have no clue how big and bad that monkey can get. I struggle with it daily after having been a 20+ year smoker. It's not a triumphant feeling, it's one day at a time praying you don't break down and go to the 7-11 and buy a pack of smokes and smoke them all at once.
I really enjoy reading your posts. Sorry if I'm a little cranky on the smoking thing.. it's very personal to me.
Now my major goal at 24 is to purchase a car and avoid marriage and pregnancy at all costs.