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
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
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.
Realizing capitalism sorta sucks
Insert Winston Churchill quote here.
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
You get excited about a pillow
Or new socks
A new pair of exactly the same New Balance
Ah, and if it’s spring, you get to rotate the old pair out to be ‘new’ yard work shoes!
I love my cervical spine memory foam pillow so much…
When your empathy extends to people you don’t even like.
“They are angry because they are suffering.”
Damn, I was born old.
I was in my late 20s and two of my uncle was having a heated argument over politics. Everyone else was quiet, afraid to say anything. I spoke out in a normal tone, not raising my voice, “that’s enough”. They stopped immediately. It was fairly surreal.
Getting a new kitchen appliance is exciting. I was so amazed when I first got an air fryer. Also, getting socks as a gift is pretty good.
Problem with the socks is that I also just enjoy getting myself socks, so now I own an absurd amount of socks
Bombas are a party on my feet
Na, I want an entire draw of the same sock design, so I don’t have to worry about pairing them.
My mum got me a mug for Christmas and internally I was like damn, I was going to throw all mine out to get a matching set.
One big sign is when you stop demanding to be treated like an adult and just start being one.
Being an adult is just a decision you make one day.
Years ago my older brother was on the phone complaining to me because our mom found out he bought a motorcycle and was mad at him and my dad (who helped him pick it out).
He wanted to know why my mom thought she could treat him like a child.
I pointed out that when he decided to get a motorcycle and kept it secret from our mom, he was acting like a child and enabling her to treat him like one.
I have no interest in ever owning a motorcycle. However, if I ever did, it would never occur to me to keep it secret from anybody, because I’m an adult in charge of my own life. Everyone else can have opinions, but I get to decide whose opinions matter to me.
