If life is a mountain, adulting is an avalanche of stress that only starts once you get high enough to really hurt yourself if you fall. 

There's a perfect, golden time where being broke is expected, a party lifestyle is the point, and no one really expects you to be doing anything important yet. Some of us go to school for most of this, and others go to meaningless jobs that are only good for a paycheck.

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Yes, please.

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I'd like some more of that, because this ain't working.

Once you get to a certain point, it's a whole new game.

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It's like all of a sudden, someone flipped a switch at some spooky government installation and the entire world starts treating you like you're a real person.

Why? I didn't agree to this! I don't wanna be a person yet!

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Rule Number One of Adulting — Not Enough Time.

Rule Number One of Adulting — Not Enough Time.
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It doesn't matter what you're doing, you wish you were doing something else.

And the thing you want most of all, the precious time where you don't need to do anything for anyone else and can just exist... well, that time doesn't really happen again.

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Maybe those people who have been adults for some time could offer advice that would make sense to us. 

But we're the first humans to grow up in this insane world of meme-wars and absurdity.

Who even has advice to give us? Who else has had to come of age when literally everyone you've ever met could potentially contact you at any moment, and you have three times as many bills to pay just to stay active as a member of society?

So, here we are, "figuring it out" for ourselves.

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Well, doing our best.

When I was a kid I thought that adulthood would be cake any time I want and complete freedom to do stuff that I like to do.

When I was a kid I thought that adulthood would be cake any time I want and complete freedom to do stuff that I like to do.
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But I haven't seen my friends in so long I'm starting to forget their faces, and also what fun feels like.

To be fair, I can still eat cake whenever I want. But it never turns out the way you want it to, believe me. It's like 10% joy and then 90% shame and regret.

Now that I think about it, that's pretty much adult life in general.

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We are all delicious, stressed-out, and baked, frosted by despair and waiting for someone to blow out our candles on the first try.

At least there's cake.