Solynya

“I’m an adult” is an actual phrase that I am called to use regularly.

Customers at my job who don’t know my name refer to me as “Baby girl!” or often say “That pretty girl helped me”

Some days I feel as if my name is “Sweetie” or “Hey cutie pie!” because that is the only way that I am addressed. Even by people that I KNOW are younger than me.

When I was a teenager, the teenage boys didn’t give much notice. Now, they are all over me in the mall. . . and adult women too. . . but that’s another blog post entirely.

I am asked “Are you old enough to work here” and “baby, what grade are you in?!”

Me: “I’m not in school”

Kind stranger: “Oh! What college are you going to?”

Me: . . . “I’m done with school”

Kind stranger: “You not gone finish!?”

Me: *slaps forehead* “I graduated.”

Children stare at me and finally ask with tilted heads “are you a grown up” I answer “Yes” they respond “You don’t LOOK like a grown up” *raises brows in anticipation of an explanation*

The bouncers insist on ID! My friends yell back from inside the event “Sonya! What’s taking you so long!?” I answer “The bouncers wont let me in. I can’t find my license” Three people walk up and they are admitted with NO ID. One of which I know personally and is younger than me. My jaw drops as I shrug my shoulders in question as I explain “I’m older than him, where is his ID?”. The bouncer says kindly to me, “Baby, you look like you could really be 18. I’m not taking that chance”

But I know, it’s a blessing and I will appreciate it when I’m older. Except I am older. 🙂
So praises due. Thank you God.