As I make my transition from adult-teen to full time adult I’m beginning to learn the new social norms that I have to adhere to. I’m pretty upset about the level of professionalism that’s expected once you’ve graduated college. I thought of those four extra years as freedom not as a time to transition into dullness, so that “maturing period” was definitely lost on me. If anything I only became more witty and extreme with my immature jokes.
So as the days go on I’m making a list of things you shouldn’t talk/joke about in public or else you’ll get stared at and or sued.
- Harry Potter references…..
Honestly…I should have kicked those back in middle school, but I can’t help that I’m a sucker for that lightning bolt scar.
- Fart jokes….
These were still widely accepted in school, and in the privacy of my own home with family and friends they’re still a hit, which is why it’s so hard to give them up. But, it’s official…you can’t make farting noises when your co-workers bend down to pick things up…they just don’t appreciate it.
- Referencing your Mexicaness as a joke.
This one is serious folks. When I was in school I’d poke fun at my Mexican-ness all the time…I mean… me and George Lopez could have been BFF. However, now that I’m with an older crowd they don’t seem to get the sarcasm I put behind my comments and the fact that I’m clearly joking so my first, and last, comment were met with blank and off-putting stares. Also, it doesn’t help that I look more white than Mexican so people end up thinking I’m just one of those racist white people. (Talk about racist) What they don’t know is that the Mexican half of my family is practically the epitome of a stereotypical Mexican family, thus giving me the right to say things like…”Heck yes I’m good at soccer..I’m Mexican!” or “I’ve been drinking since middle school….I mean hello…I’m Mexican!” or “What do you mean I wasn’t invited to the party…I’m Mexican!” (No? ok…point taken)
- Talking about old people….
Everyone is old people so I can’t be honest and say that turning 25 and 30 kinda freaks me out. It’s not that turning 30 scares me (30 flirty and thriving right?)…but couldn’t we call it something else that doesn’t make it sound like we’re not 20 anymore?
