Being an adult sucked, he decided. He pressed the "complete transaction" button on the electricity company's webpage, so they would have another month of being able to do things like refrigerate food and turn on their lights.
Where was the fun, he wondered. As a teenager, he dabbled in a few adult pleasures -- pot, booze, sex. He thought those things would be in plentiful supply after graduating college. No, what faced him was trying to find a job, finding a place to live, dating, and paying bills. Ugh, the bills...
He and his wife were lucky. They both had decent jobs. They could pay the bills and save a little something, although it was growing more and more difficult with two kids and daycare bills. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face.
"Need a break?" his wife asked from the doorway.
He turned in his office chair to look at her. "Yes." He hadn't meant for it to come out as a whine.
She smiled. "Come to the bedroom."
He quickly rose from his chair. Lately, he had noticed it was more and more difficult to get up from sitting down. That was another part of adulthood that sucked -- the aging.
"Sit on the bed," she instructed. He sat on the edge of the bed expectantly.
"How would you like to be an irresponsible adult for a change?" she asked in a low voice.
At the sound of the words "irresponsible adult," he let out a moan. The tension he had been holding in his shoulders -- his whole body, really -- left in a whoosh. His shoulders slumped.
The physical changes weren't the only thing he noticed. A haze had crept into his field of vision. It wasn't just in front of his eyes, though. His brain felt...what was it? Fuzzy? Hazy? He wasn't an inarticulate person, yet now words seemed to escape him.
That was kind of funny, actually, being... what was the word? He had it before. Something with an "I." He giggled.
The giggling startled him. He never giggled. He was serious. Like, deadly fucking serious. All the fucking time. He giggled again.
