Grownups of Iwaku, what's your favourite part of being an adult?

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The wisdom I have accrued over the years. You don't fall down and pick yourself up again without learning a thing or two along the way.
 
My favorite part about being an ad-

Oh wait.

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My favorite part of adulthood is being able to make the decisions that affect my own future, not needing to rely or listen to others, or to get permission.
 
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I cannot say much more that wasn't summed up already by the posts proceeding mine. Save for one thing and one thing only which has not been mentioned.

My various escapades to the adult toy store. Oh what interesting devices we humans come up with to, uh, cum.

Edit: Oh and being able to buy juicy fruit whenever I want.
 
Not living with my parents and putting up with dumb BS just because it was their house. o___o

I am looking forward to them living here and having to live by MY rules. >:D The ultimate triumph of adulthood.
 
If I clean my apartment it actually stays that way. Fancy that.
 
The ability to run away without fucking up my life. It's called going out of town for vacation. Sometimes if it's business related, it's even tax deductable!
 
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I haven't been an adult for very long, but if there's one thing I enjoy it's being treated like the intelligent human being that I am.

Seriously, there's nothing I hate more than being stereotyped, and as a teenager it was terrible. Which I guess answers why I'm on the Internet so much, because people are less likely to make assumptions so readily due to anonymity. When I was still in high school, struggling to get by, teachers would always look down at me and assume the worst; it pissed me off, especially when depression started to kick in. Go on kids, try telling your English teacher that the reason you didn't turn in your essay was because you lack the motivation and couldn't even bring yourself to get out of bed that day, see how that works out for you. None of the teachers at my school really understood, because apparently depression is just an excuse? I wish.

I'm just so glad most of that crap is over now. As much as the responsibility of being grown up stresses me out, I vastly prefer it over being stereotyped by every adult I meet. The only problem is that I look younger than I actually am, so I still experience some of that crap every now and again, but thankfully not as often as in high school.
 
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independent financial security

independence

regular sexual congress

freedom to travel wherever

more sex

buy whatever i want when i want it

regular sex
 
The ability to eat my damn dessert before dinner.

Oh, and I suppose financial independence and all that crap. But seriously, about that dessert...
 
I don't have to hide my collection of Amputee Fetish Porn from my parents

Because I totally don't own a collection of Amputee Fetish Porn at all....


... :skullfuck:
 
I guess the freedom of doing the things I want without other people telling me I can't.
 
try telling your English teacher that the reason you didn't turn in your essay was because you lack the motivation and couldn't even bring yourself to get out of bed that day
To be fair to teachers, if that would have actually worked there would suddenly be an influx of depressed students out of nowhere all demanding that their papers be postponed or otherwise excused.


Back on topic, not hearing the waiter ask "Would you like a kids menu?" when I take my parents out to eat.
 
Independence... to an extent. Part of me hates the responsibility of being the one to have to keep a roof over my head and lights burning under said roof. And the other part of me revels in it. I bask in the glory of providing for myself and living within the boundaries of my own little world. I pay the rent, so I make the rules. It's really quite glorious.
 
No one making it a rule to wear anything but those comfy, worn out clothes you know your parents hate seeing you wear on those lazy days.
 
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