I dropped my phone in the loo (and other adulting fails)

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Yep, you read that right. A few days ago, I made the rookie mistake of keeping my phone in my back pocket while going to the bathroom and guess what? I forgot it was in there. Fast forward to the toilet, ‘splash’, a millenial’s worst nightmare had just come true. In that split second, I felt like my life had partially ended. It was all ‘oh God, Oh God , Oh God’ please let my phone magically become waterproof (yeah, cos we all know that God is hanging around in toilets waiting to restore Iphones that were on their last legs anyway) but at that moment, I would have done anything.

Now, see the thing with this is that, two days before the phone was unwillingly baptised , in a desperate bid to import my pictures onto my laptop, I had deleted my cloud backup (don’t ask me what I was thinking because I can’t explain myself tbh but why the hell do I have to pay for extra cloud storage? I don’t care if it’s 1p .. ugh). Anhyway, It’s that foolish optimism I wrote about in my 7 facts about me that made me think – it’ll be fine , i’m sure nothing will happen but of course sod’s law dictates that I dunk my phone into a public toilet not long after. I’m certain that the phone destroying demons were just cackling away as they watched me delete my backup, thinking ‘hah,we’ve got another victim to entertain us this week’. Pesky Demons! because of course it’s not really my fault. Is It?

 

 

How was I supposed to know that my phone would be ruined ?
The same way I can’t really be blamed for buying that pretty pair of shoes even though I haven’t done my food shopping for the week. I mean, who even decided that 20 somethings are adults anyways? I refuse to subscribe to this school of thought. I am still a baby girl and I shall continue to function that way (cos it’s obviously working out soooo well for me). It has nothing at all to do with my approaching birthday. shh don’t tell anyone i’m not ready to get older yet…..

There are a few other ways in which I’m completely rubbish at being an adult. For instance, it has been snowing all week and only then did I remember that I had no appropriate footwear for the snow. The last time it snowed, I was sliding round in my converses, trying not to break my neck on the ice but somehow, I convinced myself that it wouldnt snow again so it was totally unnecessary to buy ugly shoes to protect my feet (and my neck) because its better to be fashionable and injured rather than sensible and safe, right? Well, now I have to walk like a penguin in order to protect said neck and feet.

 

Also, have I told you that I spend a lot of time being broke? True story. Once I have any sensible amount of money, it feels like it’s burning a hole in my pocket or bank account until I have spent it on either food or clothes. To be honest, it’s usually clothes (and I really don’t need anymore tbh but that is the addiction out of which this blog was borne). I don’t even spend it on adult like food like fancy coffee or sushi or even at restaurants where you ring a bell for more champagne (true story). Instead, I am more partial to the greasy KFC and the Mc Donalds fries (mmm yummy) and cheap wine and chocolate. So, apparently, even my food tastes have refused to grow up and become more refined…. I mean, what can I tell you? I heard that 23 is the new 19. haha

Basically, if you hadn’t noticed , this is just a little rant about how rubbish I am at being responsible for myself. Do you know what makes me feel better though? Reading other blogs about people who are just as useless as I am at being an adult. What can I tell ya? misery loves company (i’m not actually unhappy guys, don’t worry) . However, let’s all remember that we’re in this together and there is always room for growth. I mean, if Bridget Jones could attract McDreamy and also get the life she wanted for herself. I should be able to live the life of my dreams, eventually……

So, let me know. Do you also feel like you’re rubbish at adulting ? Or are you in the other camp of people who are already planning to get their second property? let me know.

Until next time,

Ciao x

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10 Comments

  1. Debo
    March 5, 2018 / 8:20 pm

    I’m also really rubbish at adulting. #fortyIforgetnow is the new 17! We’re in it together, babe😘👍🏾

    • theadalifestyle
      Author
      March 5, 2018 / 9:32 pm

      Haha, the adulting journey has no age limit ❤️

  2. March 6, 2018 / 8:44 am

    There’s a child in every one of us. I laughed out so loud while reading this; thankfully the court is not yet in session. I’m not sure we will ever be completely adult, so long as we don’t make whopping mistakes. I’m so with you on this darling. Just as long as you don’t use this admission against me in future. xxx

    • theadalifestyle
      Author
      March 6, 2018 / 9:12 am

      Looool, I’m glad I made you laugh. I’ll try not to use it against you 😉

  3. Ashton
    March 6, 2018 / 1:57 pm

    Adulting is so hard. I feel like whenever you think you getting a hand of it bang it gets harder

    • theadalifestyle
      Author
      March 6, 2018 / 1:59 pm

      Exactly. Life continues to throw curveballs at us but we just have to adjust and continue to live 💕

  4. Annie
    March 9, 2018 / 6:44 pm

    😂😂 oh my gosh. We’re cut from the same cloth because similar events happened to me just after I turned 24. Ahh well look at it this way, at least God has blessed you with another year to grow into the woman you’re destined to become.

    I look forward to reading more from you, this was such a nice entry.

    • theadalifestyle
      Author
      March 12, 2018 / 3:34 pm

      Haha. I hope he shows me really soon. Thank you so much for reading 😊

    • theadalifestyle
      Author
      March 28, 2018 / 11:33 am

      Wow, thank you. I don’t really think I’m confident tbh

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