“It’s not just hard for Millennials, I think it was hard for Gen X-ers, I think it was hard for Baby Boomers. All of a sudden you’re out in the world, and you have this insane array of options, but you don’t know which you should take. There’s all these things your mom and dad told you, presumably, and yet you’re living like a feral wolf, who doesn’t have toilet paper, who’s using Arby’s napkins instead.”
BEING an adult is what allows you to have and process and share and borrow and give and take all those things. An adult, I will argue, is a person who's had experiences and learned from and contextualized from them and who can then, in turn, share them and pay them forward. They are like teachers without the horrible pay, and weight of the world on them. They are like clergy without the G-d. They are like doctors without the letters and 'script pads. They are like real people without the need to label themselves as anything to feel comfortable with who they are.
I'm an adult. And, as an adult, I get to blog here and talk trash there and act whatever way I want. I'm going to own my commitments, I'm going to own my words, I'm going to own the repercussions, I'm going to be over here if anyone wants to chat about the above and not toil as long as I did on my way to ownership.