morosemocha wrote:

Having just registered for all my insurance through Hilton, I feel strangely adult. It must be the aftereffects of having spent a day deciding if Death & Dismemberment insurance was really worth it.

Is it adulthood the acceptance of impending mortality?

I've had proper life insurance for over a year now and still feel like I did at seven years old. Although getting the insurance was kind of fun; I was at the bank giving my mother signing authority on my New Zealand accounts as I was leaving the country for an undetermined period, and the nice lady at the bank said: "Do you have life insurance?"
"No."
"Oh, you should. You probably don't know how expensive it is, should you die overseas, to have your body shipped home. It could be twenty thousand dollars or more!" (New Zealand dollars. It's maybe twelve thousand US, and about eight thousand Sterling.)
"...oh, okay." (Turning to my mother, who is giving me an incredulous look while sitting next to me.) "Hey, mum? You know how I always said I wanted to be cremated, right? If I die in England or wherever, cremate me there and...I don't know, post me back. Or you can ask them to chuck me off a cliff in Scotland, whatever. I'm cool with it. Aside from the burning, shouldn't be expensive."
"..." (Bank lady looks disconcerted.)
"...but you can quote me a price if you want, whatever."

I did get it, as you can see. I also wrote a will. Fuck this shit, I want to be a kid again.

So is the only good thing about adult hood is that you get to make all your own decisions? Kidding but really i have moments where i would never live at my home with parents again but then i think of all the bills that i would have to pay and say at least it is free...sorry randomness but i guess that the gift of adult hood is that you get to make your own decisions and the price is that you have to take responsibility for those decisions .
BTW The phone tag hell is annoying me too good luck with the insurance.

Last edited by SexingTouga24/7/365 (09-20-2007 01:39:41 AM)

Clearly, you're an adult when you get laid.

Because, you know, everybody who has sex is suddenly mature.

and i have been told wine.

For my case, I'm definitely considered immature whenever I want something badly. Because for me, it doesn't matter what others usually think as long as I feel it matters to me. This seriously affects my level of enthusiasm/apathy toward an issue. While the general concept of adulthood seems to be that you're supposed to do what you "should" be doing with your life and for the world and not necessarily what you want to be doing.