This piece was originally titled “˜How To Be A Grown-Up’ before I realized that there was no surer way to bite off more than I could chew than to claim to know how to do something which, in the view of traditional sociologists, I am tragically failing at.
In any case, a simple Google search will yield you a plethora of information on the subject. These days, it seems like everyone is trying to tell you how to be a grown-up, including the New York Times. The thing is, there are just as many people out there who seem to be asking the question, painting an online picture of a generation who has forgotten or never learned what it means to be an adult.
Wikipedia, that most venerable of resources, defines an adult as a “human being or living organism that is of relatively mature age, typically associated with sexual maturity and the attainment of reproductive age.” This definition is illustrated with a hilarious black and white photo of a cluster of people staring sombrely at the camera, dressed in the latest fashion of the 1900s, captioned, “A group of adults.” Wikimedia Commons informs me that they were a group of Jewish anarchists in London. I would also add that should the entire human race be wiped out and Earth repopulated by an alien species, they will also be the poster children for human adulthood.
The NY Times article referenced above states that through all the literature and noise about young adulthood and the plight of lost twenty-somethings, one thing is clear: “getting to what we would generally call adulthood is happening later than ever.” And perhaps therein lies the problem. Maybe what we need is an update on “what we would generally call adulthood.”
What exactly is this adulthood that always seems to be looming close on the horizon, and indeed resembles the horizon itself in that it’s constantly receding as you approach it?
When I ask that question am I not simply wondering: What does it mean to be a grown-up in today’s world, where many people my age live with their parents or receive financial support from them, are forced by circumstances into unemployment, and are delaying or doing away with marriage altogether? At one time all these things were clear milestone markers that launched you firmly into adulthood, but it’s obvious that just by considering marriage alone, this no longer holds true. What about the percentage of young people who are cohabiting with partners and sharing all the responsibilities and rewards of marriage without actually being married?
Isn’t it time we moved past a traditional view of adulthood?
Furthermore, let’s not forget that the majority of our literature these days is skewed towards the more sober aspects of this purported adult life. We are told to “shoulder our share of the burden,” to “just grow up and face reality” and to “pay our dues.” Not a single mention that being able to have a stiff drink at the end of a long day is pretty damn fantastic or about the gleeful autonomy of eating a PB & J sandwich for breakfast, lunch and dinner if one so chooses. Is it any wonder that none of us are exactly racing towards this grim picture of the rest of our lives? What are the rewards of this so-called adulthood anyway?
And who ever said that adulthood was defined by financial self-sufficiency? While I’m all for paying your own bills, has anyone copped to the fact that due to something called the rising costs of living and a dearth of jobs added to the black hole of student loans, financial independence is something some of us literally cannot afford? When your parents extend their assistance, or offer to fund your business venture or let you move back into your childhood bedroom, I don’t think it’s a regression or a failure. Empirically speaking, I happen to know many responsible grown-ups who for some reason or other are not financially independent at this point in time. Conversely, I know a few who are and I am sorry to say exhibit no other signs of being grown-up human beings. Admitting you need help seems to me to be very adult indeed.
So given all this, what does it mean to be a grown-up in today’s society?
I think that being grown up is realising and accepting certain fundamental truths about life. Like that it goes up and it goes down and that this is true for everyone. Arrogance is the inability to see this, the inability to grasp the idea that life can take away from you as much as and possibly more than it can give to you. It’s accepting that pain and a certain amount of drudgery is as inevitable as the moments of joy where life lights up incandescently. It’s about being proud of the small things, like always making your bed as well as the big things, like settling down in a new country. It’s about stretching and growing constantly, no matter in what way. What it means to be a grown-up person in a civilized society is to be able and willing to look beyond the immediate particulars of life to what may be unseen but is equally important.
And knowing this, grown-ups engage with life. They talk, they think, they figure things out, they dive into the great collective stream of human thought and dialogue, the back and forth of current ideas of our time, the relevant issues that affect us all. When I was a teenager, growing up in the grubby heat of a Malaysian high school, I always knew I wanted to grow up but in a different way than that which was defined to me as being grown-up. I didn’t care about “facing up to reality” and I still more or less don’t. What I do care about is questioning reality. I seek great conversations, new ideas, questions that will open doors to even more questions.
George Bernard Shaw once said that life isn’t about finding yourself, life is about creating yourself. I think Mr. Shaw would probably have had a thing or two to say on how to be a grown-up. Adulthood is about grasping full responsibility for the task of creating yourself. It’s about acknowledging that the process of becoming a grown-up will always be a work in progress, and that there is a certain beauty in that.
You are going to inhabit the person you become for a long, long time and you’d best make sure that it’s a damned good one.