Technically I am an adult; but I’ll argue only technically.

I’ll be 48yrs. in July and I still don’t feel like I resemble my childhood vision of an “Adult” – not that I was ever trying.  Perhaps it has to do with my personality or my creative view of the world or my informal view of myself (which is not to say I don’t take myself or the world seriously).  Perhaps the fact that I don’t have children and that I’m never introduced as Mr. Sale (a.k.a. my father) has prevented a more formal-alternative-vision of myself to take root.

As a kid I never wanted to be an Adult.  Being an Adult seemed to be the exact opposite of being young and without the benefits.  Adults spent most of their time working and going to meetings, coming home late at night and they didn’t seem to have much time for fun.

As a kid there were two main things I wanted to be, 1) a Teenager, so I could date and kiss girls and hopefully see their breasts, and 2) an Adventurer who lived a life of excitement and surprise and got the girl who (presumably) would show me her breasts.  O.K., I may have painted my goals in rather broad and adolescent strokes, but the point is – being an Adult did not seem a great goal.

Thus far, I succeeded in being a teenager and have lived an exciting life filled with surprises and adventures but have discovered (among other things)  you can never see enough breasts.  If I were an adult I’d apologize for this digression but, alas…there are no adults to be found in this post.

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So, do you feel like an Adult in the archetypal sense you had in mind as a child?  Do you think people who feel trapped in Adult work, in an world or corporate environment more in line with societal norms feel more Adult-like?  Does it make you feel more Adult if you have children?  Or, do you merely feel like and older version of your younger self with more responsiblity?