a grudging acknowledgement of adulthood

[kaberett]

I have been quietly realising, over the past few weeks, that having reached a stage in life where I find myself regularly thinking things like "gosh practising scales is so useful" and "well obviously one should learn the gender of the noun at the same time as the actual word" and, ruefully, "I wish I'd seen the point of this when I was thirteen, but of course I had important thirteen-year-old things to do, so it's no surprise that I didn't, really"... I am quite possibly, actually, a Grown-Up these days. It's somewhat disconcerting, but also, actually, it feels nice.

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[silveradept]

Being a grown up occasionally has perks, but it seems to have mostly come with responsibilities instead. Maybe when I get more grown up, the benefits will start arriving.