Why It Sucks Being a Grown Up ~ Diana Copland: Outside the Margins

Join us as Diana Copland goes Outside the Margins.

Diana Copland OtMWhy It Sucks Being a Grown Up

One of the things I’ve never been particularly good at is being an adult.  I admit this freely.  For the most part, I’ve found being an adult over rated.  Yeah, you can drink legally but that loses its charm after a while.  I mean, there are only so many drunken weekends that you can do before it just gets tedious.  And honestly, I was done with drunken revelry the first time I ended up worshipping the porcelain god.  I do not like being nauseated.  Once I figured that out, and I learned the limit between having a good time and having a gross, sick time, weekends in a bar were only fun once in a while.

Then there’s the whole being a parent thing.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  The most fulfilling thing I’ve ever done in my life is being my kid’s Mom.  They’ve gone from funny, quirky kids to funny, damned amazing adults and I’m proud of whatever part I’ve played in that.  I honestly believe they are decent people because of the influence of dozens of people; teachers, coaches, aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparents.  I’m in there, too, but no parent raises their children alone.  We do the best we can to overcome the bad, explain the inexplicable, and be there when they need us. But to do a half way decent job at that — yeah, being a grown up is required.

My LEAST favorite part of being a grown up is making ‘responsible decisions’.  Man, I hate that part.  I’d much rather eat candy and cookies, but being a diabetic, it would be irresponsible.  I’d rather buy books than pay the bills, but I would be sorry when they turned my power off and it was sixteen degrees that night.  Which it will be on Friday.  I’d rather go have Chinese food for lunch than go to the grocery store, but I can eat for three days on what that one lunch would cost, so we’re back to making a responsible choice.  And I’d much rather go to GRL in San Diego than put money back for those months when my income doesn’t match my expenses.  And oh my God, was this one of the hardest, worst examples of having to be a grown up in recent memory.

Last October’s GRL will stand out in my mind as one of the best times, hands down, I have ever had in my life.  My bestie, Betsy, lives in Chicago, so there was the opportunity to spend time with her.  There was meeting the wonderful, so damned adorable Brandon Witt.  There was pizza in the lobby with B.g. Thomas.  There was lounging on the sofas with Brandilyn Carpenter, and Christine Johnson, and KatiePizzyGirlPizzolato, and Catherine Dair and Brandon and J.p. Barnaby and a revolving cast of characters who will forever hold a place in my heart.  There was the Cock Walk (omg, so much fun!), and there were breakfasts with the gorgeous Rick R. Reed and having the opportunity to meet Tj Klune, who is probably one of the more gracious people I’ve ever met. And there was vanilla cake vodka and rainbow torte with Edmond Manning.

There are so many more people who made the five days I was in Chicago something that will always stand out in my memory as ‘one of the best times, ever’.  If I tried to name them all, I would miss someone and I can’t bear to do that, so I won’t.  Just know that if we laughed together, chatted, hugged or shared a meal, I will be forever grateful for what you did to make my GRL golden.

Deciding I can’t really afford to go to San Diego this year SUCKS.  I want to go so damned bad I can hardly stand it.  But it would not be the adult, responsible thing to do, and damn it, I have to be a grown up.  I will probably sit at home and watch Face Book, and try very hard not to feel sorry for myself when I read about all the fun those of you attending are having.  I doubt I will succeed fully.  But I will have been a grown up, and I will be glad I can buy my family Christmas presents when the time comes.

For those of you who are going to GRL:  I hope you have as much fun as I did last year.  I’ve never felt so much a part of anything as I did our M/M community for those five perfect days, and I wish that for all of you.  It was awesome.  This year, I’ll be a grown up and write just as fast as I can.  If I can sell some books, maybe I can afford not to be a grown up next year!

 

 

~ Diana Copland

About Diana Copland

Diana Copland began writing in the seventh grade, when she shamelessly combined elements of Jane Eyre and Dark Shadowsto produce an overwrought Gothic tale that earned her an A- in creative writing, thanks entirely to the generosity of her teacher. She wrote for pure enjoyment for the next three decades before discovering LiveJournal and a wonderful group of supportive fanfiction writers, who after gifting her with a “”Best New Author”” Award encouraged her to try her hand at original gay fiction.

Born and raised in southern California, Diana moved to the Pacific Northwest after losing a beloved spouse to AIDS in 1995. She lives in eastern Washington with four obnoxious cats, near her two wonderful adult children.

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5 thoughts on “Why It Sucks Being a Grown Up ~ Diana Copland: Outside the Margins

  1. I hear ya, sister. When my husband’s father passed away two years ago, the hubby had to fly 5 hours away back to work and I took on moving our household into his father’s, essentially combining them. Before I could do that, I had to pack everything up in both places, find a contractor to tear the kitchen apart and install a new one, find a painter, decide on carpet, hire them to install it, find flooring, etc. I’ve never had to do ANY of this before. Every decision I made had a monetary cost to it and, let me tell you, that was stressful. I’d much rather have delegated it, then complained when it wasn’t done properly.

    Nice post, Diana. =)

  2. OMG I made the cut to be in your post! I love you so much and am so sad to see that being a grown up means I won’t get to spend time with you at GRL this year. 🙁

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