You can’t really describe adulthood. You’re definitely not a teenager anymore because WKD tastes weaker than lemonade and you’re no longer afraid of your genitalia. But you’re not old either because you still understand the subtext of emojis and you haven’t yet resorted to saying ‘the old’ before anything... never let it get that far. So you’re an adult I guess? Sort of I suppose but definitely not deliberately. I thought I would chat to a slightly older friend of mine and my parents to place myself on the scale of adulthood, see how far I had to go. Seeing as I re-enacted my parents conversation just by myself (three differenct voices, give me some credit), I think I have some way to go!
