For me it’s moving your bed away from the side walls so it’s in the middle of the room. I had my bed to the side my whole childhood
Having the opportunity to buy cake whenever you want, having enough money to buy cake whenever you want, and choosing to not buy cake whenever you want.
choosing to not buy cake whenever you want
That’s past adult and goes into senior territory.
No, wait, I’m not that old yet right?? Right???
When I truly internalized that I don’t have to prove my worth to anyone, even if I don’t always know what I’m doing.
Looking back, that sense of self-worth and confidence is what I probably saw in all of the adults around me that made them seem so incredible as a child.
So when I felt that, I thought “huh, so this is what being an adult feels like.”
I know, we are awesome, right?! And I can wear a Pom hat, joggers and crocs, and I don’t give two shits what anyone might think.
I got towels, cast iron pans, and a new knife for Christmas and couldn’t have been happier.
I’m still a bed by the wall person though. when me and my partner get a house that will probably change, but for now I like having a corner to sit up against.
I got a cheap sharpener that works absolutely fantastically! I love it so much.
We spent our Saturday night bidding on a coral auction.
Too many adults are absolutely clueless https://www.economist.com/culture/2025/04/10/too-many-adults-are-absolutely-clueless From The Economist
You pass by a business with an “Established X” sign; where X is any year past your high-school graduation year.
You are done with the wonders and joys of life, and just want to work the rest away until you are dead.
When people offer you opportunities, you reject them, knowing full well you can’t afford such attempts.
Safety is all that matters.
If this is the case I hope I never become an adult
It’s probably a possibility, but it’s definitely not the inevitable outcome. If possible, find a well paying job that you find fulfilling and rewarding. I realize how difficult this is for most people though, (because it took me decades to find one), and that makes me sad.
The #1 sign of adulting has to be paying for your own stuff.
Mine was paying for an airbrush, and i was in my 40’s by this point, but the realisation i could buy a completely superflous, but expensive, thing for myself was a bit if a wow. But yeah house bills also lol
Celebrities (especially politicians) younger than me existing.
Still trying to figure out who this bbno$ character is…
“I-M-H-I-M the Gen Z Eminem”
I hear he’s a preacher of Jesus Christ.
How dare they, frankly. Tell them to get off my lawn.
Ahhh, see mine is but even being aware of who counts as celebrities these days
When you stop caring if something is a childish thing or not. Some people never get there.
You start saving boxes. You think, this looks like a good box.
The opposite for me. I think all this useless crap needs to go.
I keep mine thinking i might need it in case i need to send the thing back for warranty service. Still have boxes for stuff years out of their warranty periods.
You empty the dishwasher immediately, as it is the only time during the day you have the time to do it.
You wash your sheets, because of the calendar notification popping up.
you vacuum the flat on saturday at 8 AM, as that is the time to vacuum the flat in your planner.
The most exciting thing in my life right now is the spreadsheet I just made to track chores.
I would be very interested in a copy of your chore sheet, if possible!
My budgeting spreadsheet is a delight
My spreadsheet planning spreadsheet is recursive.
Taking responsibility for your own actions.
Not just mistakes, but being proactive about positive things without needing to be prompted.
A bit of both for me. Whenever I dropped a bollock in work or whereever, my head used to go down and I’d be waiting for the hairdryer treatment like I was waiting outside the headmaster’s office.
Now, if some cockwomble decides to mass-email someone with a passive aggressive email about “could the person who…” and it’s quite clearly my mistake, I take great pleasure in absolutely owning it, smashing that reply-all button, and explaining in painful detail how yes it was my fuck up; yes I did do it with good intentions but hey things go sideways sometimes; and yes abso-fucking-lutely thank you for your shitty email that has had all the effect of a silent fart.
I think the best part of adulting is that you can make no mistakes and still lose (yeah Picard boiiii), and realising that nobody’s going to care about it in a week’s time.
I’d point out that taking responsibility for your actions doesn’t necessarily mean fixing them on your own.
It’s often more difficult (and more adult) to acknowledge that you’ve dug a hole for yourself that you can’t escape from on your own and ask for help.
Saying this as the parent of young adult children that are adulting well, but still need to ask for help. Also as the old adult child of my parents who must still force himself to ask them for help.
Waking up at 7 on a Saturday for no fucking reason
I wake up at 5:30 on Saturday because it’s the best time to be awake
Realizing capitalism sorta sucks
Insert Winston Churchill quote here.