I've managed to reach 30 without any semblance of being an adult. Sure, lots of people at my age are missing one or a couple of the main components of official "adulthood". Maybe they are single. Maybe they're unemployed. Live in a semi-shitty apartment with roommates they're not convinced about. They may not have kids, or even pets. Perhaps they don't have proper health insurance, or don't make enough money to use said insurance.
These people have been known to bemoan their un-adultness, and are totally full of shit for doing so. Sure, they may have missed out on some of the markers of adulthood, but they are well on their way. They're on track, in subtle ways they don't even see: if you have at least a couple of those markers, getting more of them are much easier. You have the habits, you have the ideas and you don't have the obsession with being different and difficult in vague and undefined ways which I have.
Because me? I'm the real thing: arrested development. Living in people's houses, an eternal student, unpublished and largely, to be fair, unwritten. Pretty much impoverished. Pay-as-you-go phone. Have never even thought of how i would get health insurance, and have made a lifestyle out of working in jobs usually populated by teenagers or stoners.
And I'm done with it. Done with the childhood. Done with being a 20-something drifter. I've done that - time to grow up. So this blog is about how I do it.
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