4 Signs of Adulthood for Reluctant Grown Ups
I assume that no one is ever as surprised by the direction of time as I am. Most people realized early on "Oh, it goes forward? Got it," and that was all they needed. But I'm an idiot (something I've tried to make clear on this blog and even clearer in person), so I'm still constantly surprised by basic laws that govern this universe. As a result, time, in general, and how it relates to aging, specifically, is always shocking to me. At some point, I fell ass-backwards into something resembling adulthood, and I have no idea how or when it happened.
But I do know that it did happen, based solely on context clues. Because I'm incapable of understanding that I'm getting older simply by looking at my age, I have to draw conclusions based on actual, physical, adult-like things that I end up doing all the time. Things like ...
#4. Doing Literally Anything Involving Stocks

I'm going to admit something to the ladies reading this blog that will either be very attractive or make absolutely no impact, depending on how old they are:
I own shares of stock.
I have various amounts of money in various markets and funds and things. I made these decisions based on the information provided to me by my financial adviser. Also? I have a financial adviser (ladies ... or, rather, ladies born sometime before 1985). I met with my financial adviser, and now I own stock. A bunch of different stocks. I just own 'em, right up. Like, they're mine, and I can do whatever I want with them. Sell them. Not sell them. And so forth.
Granted, I still don't actually know anything about stocks -- when my financial adviser sent me a statement of some kind, I asked him if he wanted me to keep it in my portfolio and inadvertently revealed that I thought a "portfolio" was a "briefcase" and that, further, I believed that I had one in my possession -- but I have stocks, and can do stuff to them, and having a thing is better than understanding it, always.
The first time I stepped back and realized that I was having a conversation on the phone with someone about what to do with shares of stock, I thought, "Surely I'm making an elaborate prank call; stock discussions are only for Monopoly Men, and Dads. This can't be me having this conversation; I'm just a boy covered in mustard stains." But it was me, and the mustard stains were actually mustard vinaigrette stains I'd acquired at a fancy restaurant that serves gourmet hot pretzels as an appetizer. I just adulted the shit out of that situation.
Nothing makes me feel more like someone's dad than having shares of stock, paying attention to the stock market and discussing it with my coworkers. "Did you watch the stock show last night? Boy, losers sure did beat out the winners on 'the big board,'" I'll say, which is a thing I heard on the news in 1998 and have since been waiting for an opportunity to say. It's exciting. Even when I'm saying, "Damn, the stock is higher today than yesterday; I should have held out before selling," I smile the whole time, because wouldja listen to this guy? Who is he, a Rockefeller?
When you get older, you find out what a brokerage account is, and what mutual funds are, and how investing money and having a 401(k) is a slightly better fiduciary plan than my old one (hiding money from myself and then being surprised by it later).
I knew investing in my gas tank was a good idea!
#3. Being Too Old For This Shit

Literally any shit. Any time you make the decision not to do something you used to like, you're too old for that shit.
It might sound like a contradiction, but being "too old for this shit" isn't about age, it's about attitude. You haven't outgrown a stupid activity, you've outgrown the idea that trying every stupid activity is important. A friend will come to me and try to get me to do some stupid thing ("Let's stay up all night!" "Let's try to hit up every bar in town one every hour, starting at 1pm!" "LET'S START A SKA BAND!"), and it doesn't take a second for me to laugh it off with an "Oh, no, I'm far too old for that shit."
Pictured: The ska band I'll never have to even pretend to want to form now that I'm officially too old for that shit.
I didn't reach an age where I thought staying up all night for no reason was stupid; it was always stupid, and I always knew that. But I'd do it in college because doing everything and anything that people put in front of you is one of the ways you can learn about yourself.
And I should make an important distinction here: Whenever I back out of an event because I'm "too old for that shit," I do not miss it. I'm not begrudgingly saying "I want to, but damn, I'm just too old." It's not like I was a 14-year-old getting bummed out that he's too old to trick-or-treat; I was too old for "some shit" and just thrilled about it. Because at some point in your life (college), you have to do everything that's pitched to you, because you're still at a point where you want to experience everything, and you never want to say no, and you want all of your peers to know that you're exciting and interesting and open-minded. And it is great to live life that way, but there's also something freeing about reaching the age where you don't need to say yes to everything.
I still try new things a lot, but I don't have to, and I'm comfortable with that. And it's amazing.









Ummm I was born in 1991 and I find all of the financial stuff very enticing. Not enticing enough to figure out a better term than "financial stuff", but enticing nonetheless.
Replyf**k you, O'Brien. You make me want to grow up so f*****g bad.
ReplyNOT using my own money to buy stuff i want..I love being a non-adult mwahahahaha. Money is the ultimate way to give people s**t force them to eat it.
ReplyI have moments where I'm paying something like my car insurance or credit card bill in one window and reading TV Tropes or Spider-Man comics or watching Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles on YouTube in another tab and I realize... this adult stuff is hard and I am not very good at it.
ReplyI'm putting in money in an RRSP for the first time this year. I feel so damn ADULT.
ReplyMr O'Brien, sir, I want to join your America, please. It seems better than the one I am currently living in, and you f*****g rule. (Point of order: are you the president in your America, or does your America closely mirror regular people's America in the big aspects?)
ReplyI am laughing so hard at the pic of "Dan O'Brien's America" I have tears RUNNING down my face.
ReplyThank you so much Mr. O'Brien, you've totally made my day!
That picture was so funny, the above poster's tears developed LEGS.
Great article :) Be up all night on this site :)
ReplyI realized my adultness when I was out grocery shopping, and I realized that I suddenly needed a George Foreman grill.
ReplyMy husband and I are also in bed by 930-1000 so we can get up at 500 everyday. Yup...adulthood snuck up on us.
Oh, for the love of... Thanks for reminding me that I'm an adult again, you bastard. I tend to forget and when I recall it at a random moment, it's so disorienting.
ReplyWait 'til you have kids.
ReplyAs a lady born before 1985, I now find you even more recklessly attractive. Can I come over and eat nutritionally offensive meals with you?
Reply#1 literally (figuratively) had me in stitches!
ReplyDDR articles are always my favs.
Although you have to admit that being tried as a juvenile for crimes can be a pretty strategic advantage.
ReplyI'm not an adult yet, but your comment just reminded me of the "tried as minor" thing, so, now I'm gonna go break some peoples knees with no consequence!
Every once in awhile I stop what I'm doing at work and think "fucking hell, someone not only trusts my knowledge and abilities enough to let me f**k around with literal buckets of acid, but is actually willing to PAY ME to do so" and my mind suffers complete breakdown for several moments afterward.
ReplyThat happens to me when I think "Wow, someone's paying me to do something I used to sit at home and do for free?". And just to be clear, yes, I am talking about masturbation.
Adulting *IS* rad!
Oh thank god, teenagers make me nervous too and I'm so self-conscious about it and kinda hate myself over it.
ReplyI realized I was an adult last February when I bought a table cloth for my dining room table. I had gone 27 years not needing one, but suddenly it was a neccesity. When my mother came over she made such a huge fuss, I almost returned the damn thing. I still find it ridiculous to put it on, only to remove it for every meal, then put it on again, yet here I am doing just that. It's like all those damn decorative pillows I put on and take off my bed every damn day.
ReplyHahaha I'm with you on the decorative pillow thing. I don't really know when I started needing them.
I reached #3 at 19.
ReplyYour poor, unstarted ska band.
"I had corndogs for breakfast, Cheez-its for dinner, and f**k you for lunch"
ReplyWell if you put it that way, why would I be reluctant to grow up?
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