Eh, I don't think you missed any lessons. If you did, you have lots of company, because in my 46 (? when did THAT happen?!) years on this earth, I have yet to see anyone know how to Adult out of the gate. Including myself.

For that matter I don't think I still know how to Adult properly. We're all just stumbling around blind, falling flat on our faces, walking into doors, and in general fucking up. The Adulting part is that we're now responsible for cleaning up after ourselves instead of someone else (ie, parents) having to do it for us.

My son (24) is ostensibly an adult and at this point I can either castigate myself because, even though I tried countless times to tell him How To Do That or Not To Do That and even showed him Why You Don't Do That, he still Does That and winds up having problems.

Or... I can accept that Adulting is just something that you have to learn by doing. Which may be true. The alternative is that I fucked up, and so did my parents, and in hindsight, so did their parents, so on ad infinitum. I have no way to know which is objectively true, so I try to choose the option that leaves me feeling less like a dickhead.

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