Nah, you’re an adult when you realize other people’s expectations of adulthood don’t apply to you.
For me childhood was miserable, and being a financially independent adult with the freedom to pursue my own hobbies is where it’s really at. I could go to a hardware store and build my own friggin lightsaber right now. Or buy a faithful replica online. That’s just objectively the same, but better.
A Real Adult (lemmy.world)
Source: Goat To Self