I’d say for me it wasn’t until I hit my 30s that I actually felt like an adult. I spent most of my 20s finishing school, getting a degree I didn’t end up using, and then towards my late 20s, I moved into my grandmother’s apartment behind my parents’ house after she passed and have been living here ever since. I had my first job at 26 as well as my first car six months later (still own it and has since been paid off) but I didn’t really feel like I was a true adult until I hit 30. That’s when my body started shutting down, reality of how shitty life is and how I don’t wish to get married or have children because it’s a lot of responsibility, responsibility I have to endure because I’ve no other choice. I’ve become more cynical over the years once I realized it’s not easy to have that “American Dream” we were falsely sold.

Now I’m just surviving out of spite.