Taxing season is here! Or coming up, I guess. I don’t know. I’m still struggling to adult.
This episode of Adulting is Hard is brought to you… by the annoyance and terror of filing your own taxes. Ha, you get it? Taxing? It’s so taxing… as in… tax is taxing… So “taxing” comes from… the horror of “taxes”? Yeah, I’ll stop now (murmurs to self how clever I am).
Normally, I would just get the tax form from my company among other forms (like proof I’ve been paying my school loans) and give it to my dad to give to our accountant. I am still definitely going to use the accountant as I feel like it’s important to do this right and who better to trust than a literal tax expert for not too much money? Plus, dealing with numbers pains me. However, things are a bit complicated this time, which is why I am more stressed than usual.
I worked for my former company for a little bit earlier this year, then moved on to a bit of a freelancing gig and then a temporary gig that doesn’t withhold my taxes, so I grew very confused and a bit concerned about how crazy tax season might be this time around. I will probably have to provide information about all three employments, and some are not as conventional as a full-time job. I’m not necessarily concerned because I believe I’ll have or receive all the required paperwork. And I’m pretty sure I am complicating things with my tendency to overthink. Still, even though I don’t file the taxes personally, I get anxious thinking about the whole process. Like, what if I miss something to give to the accountant? What if I come off “less of an adult” because I don’t personally do taxes–like is this some rite of passage? Will my peers judge me?!
But who honestly enjoys taxes? One friend pointed out that she lived in two different states this year while working in yet another third state, so she was dreading the whole thing, and I so helpfully responded, “Ha, that sounds way worse than my problem.”
Although all of this can be overwhelming and completely dreadful, especially for those who hate crunching numbers and can’t grasp concepts like tax all that well, there are great resources at hand. There’s the informative internet (almost too informative to be helpful…if that makes sense), sites like TurboTax (a free service I hear is good and lots of people use), and the good ol’ trusty accountant.
But back to the strange concern of being judged for not filing your own taxes…Seriously, every “almost adult” is different. Some people may be superb with tax-related things, but I might be better at handling conflict or emergencies. I have a friend who’s perfectly fine using TurboTax. I have another friend who tried both TurboTax and an accountant, and much preferred the latter.
And why should I care, anyway, if I fit other people’s ideas about what an adult is? My ideas about adulting is being mature in thought and behavior–but also never losing that sense of self and childlike joy for everything (except taxes). Everyone has different standards for themselves, and it’s impossible to judge who is correct. My way of thinking: I already have shameless dad humor -> dads are adults -> therefore, I am an adult. Infallible logic!
(After ten more minutes of all the excuses and unnecessary preaching…) And that is why utopias cannot exist, for only dystopias are birthed from the rigorous practice of exerting a subjective, rather than a uniform and universally acknowledged, vision of a perfect society. Thank you.