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Last year. I was faced with way too much reality. I had to learn to deal with it. I think that made me realize that I couldn't just be a kid and rely on others anymore.
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Don't quite remember just when that happened, but, as Friedrich Nietzsche said, "In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play". I let him out alot!
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WHAT!?? I'm an adult??? That's just GREAT :( Now I'm going to have to go find some more fairy dust so I can fly away and pretend I didn't hear this! Do you know how expensive that sh*t is?? (But secretly I think I realized I was growing up when I started thinking more about others than about myself -- and seeing every story as part of the grander tale rather than just an isolated short-story to itself)
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When I tried to get my kids to horsing around and sat on the part of me that wanted to.
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I feel like an adult when I realize my responsibility to be compassionate should supersede everything else. This is not every moment of the day, obviously, things change every second, but I try to stay in that state as much as possible.
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My parrents are adults I'm not there yet. I'm just a kid for crying out lowed. I'm only 38 yes old. Growing up is for suckers!! :-)"
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Maturing is a process...does it ever end? An adult...humm...maybe it was the day I turned 16 and started my first job. Maybe it was when I started college at 17. Maybe it was when I started my first "career" job after college. Maybe it was when I bought my first brand-new car. Maybe it was when I got married at 22. Maybe it was when I bought my first home. Maybe it was when I had my first child at 28. Maybe it was when I quit my job to stay home with my 2 babies. Maybe it was when I got a divorce. Maybe it was when my children started leaving home at starting their own lives. .....well, like I said a process
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well i will be 25 next month, and i am still avoiding as much responsibility as possible.. ha
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I am 34 the mother of 3 and I will never grow up, you can't make me... skips away with goofy look on face.
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When I went through 27 hours of labor. that kinda "pushed" me into it. HA! get it? But, I am still about 5 sometimes. In my mind.
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For me it was when my husband and I were faced with a chronic illness...having to face something that I can't 'fix' and have limited control over was hard enough, but the aftershocks of it and how it impacts so many other areas of my life and forced me to make choices that were difficult to make....I had a "wow, this is some heavy #$%!*" moment, which made me feel *very* grown-up...
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Hmm? What now? Peter Pan. Growing up? *claps three times* Well, I still believe in fairies, so... Hey @krillinhazuki . . . you still have some of that atheistic pixie dust floating around somewhere?. . Tinkerbell needs a fix. And wants peanut butter. Now.
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I still don't think of myself as "grown up," but I realized I was an "adult" when I was 19. I got a job working with middle- and elementary school aged children. Having to be the boss, and be responsible, and put the bad kids in time out makes me feel like an adult. But playing tag with them on the playground makes me realize that I'm never going to "grow up."
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It was last summer, somewhere around the time it hit me that I was eighteen, virtually homeless (could live at home, but was living in a van/various houses for one or two nights at a time) and was quickly running out of money. I realized I couldn't call my dad and ask for twenty bucks, and that it would just kind of be embarrassing to ask for a ride. After a month or so I came home, took a shower, and now I'm in college. Being an adult sucks. I'm going back.
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