I remember the first time I felt like an adult. It
wasn't at my confirmation, when I achieved menarche, or upon graduating from
college. Adulthood was not a spiritual, physical or intellectual revelation for
me. No, adulthood was commercial. The first time I remember feeling like a true
adult was when I went to Bed, Bath and Beyond and bought a set of plates for
myself.
I was living alone for the first time in a little studio
apartment. The converted garage came furnished, but sans kitchenware. My
mother let me take some items from home – old pots and pans, even some
silverware and plates – but after several years, I wanted an upgrade. No more
family hand-me-downs destined for the Salvation Army. So I ventured to BB&B and spent 30 minutes poring over the in-store
selection. I ended up buying colorful plates painted with fish. They were the
type of thing one might have seen in a magazine feature in the mid-nineties about throwing a beach-themed
party, but to me they were a symbol of life on my own.
I picked them, I paid for them and I would eat off of them for the rest of my
life. Well, at least until I outgrew them about four years later.
To my surprise, I recently experienced this phenomenon
again. (Who knew that one could still discover adulthood in her forties?) Once
again, my adult feeling came from the world of commerce. After having guests in
my house, I realized how shabby my Softsoap dispenser must have looked with its
logo splayed across the front and peach-colored plastic pump, which did not tie
in to the bathroom's olive green color scheme at all. Again, I decided to
upgrade. I went to Target and picked out a dispenser that matched the brushed
steel bathroom fixtures. Suddenly the room seemed more pulled together, which
made me feel more adult because suddenly I was the sort of person with a pulled
together half-bath. If that isn't adult, I don't know what is.
I could speculate that this kind of thinking (personal
validation from material acquisition) is what gets so many people into debt. I
could lament that for many people education, belief systems and life skills
seem to pale in comparison to common household goods. I could be mortified to
find myself among them. (I am - mortified, that is, as well as among them). But I also choose to marvel that adulthood can be bought for $6.99 in the form of a soap dispenser. Not too shabby.
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