For me it’s moving your bed away from the side walls so it’s in the middle of the room. I had my bed to the side my whole childhood
You start saving boxes. You think, this looks like a good box.
I keep mine thinking i might need it in case i need to send the thing back for warranty service. Still have boxes for stuff years out of their warranty periods.
The opposite for me. I think all this useless crap needs to go.
I was in my late 20s and two of my uncle was having a heated argument over politics. Everyone else was quiet, afraid to say anything. I spoke out in a normal tone, not raising my voice, “that’s enough”. They stopped immediately. It was fairly surreal.
You find yourself in a hardware or furniture store and everything looks cool.
Having the opportunity to buy cake whenever you want, having enough money to buy cake whenever you want, and choosing to not buy cake whenever you want.
choosing to not buy cake whenever you want
That’s past adult and goes into senior territory.
No, wait, I’m not that old yet right?? Right???
The #1 sign of adulting has to be paying for your own stuff.
Mine was paying for an airbrush, and i was in my 40’s by this point, but the realisation i could buy a completely superflous, but expensive, thing for myself was a bit if a wow. But yeah house bills also lol
You find yourself compulsively drawn to woodworking.
I have been working my wood ever since I became a man
I just finished my third and fourth cutting board this week.
When throwing away a perfectly good box is a well thought out decision after the box has been in a staging area for some time while you think about it.
Most of my boxes are cat scratchers. Some of them are to paint on. A couple are in a closet in case I have to return the expensive thing that it housed.
Being jealous of other people’s wooden floors
I spent years installing hardwood floors. Now when I see them, all I can see are the flaws. It’s maddening.
I am so tempted to post a picture…
Finding joy in having a clean kitchen
Celebrities (especially politicians) younger than me existing.
Still trying to figure out who this bbno$ character is…
“I-M-H-I-M the Gen Z Eminem”
I hear he’s a preacher of Jesus Christ.
You get excited about a pillow
I love my cervical spine memory foam pillow so much…
Or new socks
A new pair of exactly the same New Balance
Ah, and if it’s spring, you get to rotate the old pair out to be ‘new’ yard work shoes!
I got towels, cast iron pans, and a new knife for Christmas and couldn’t have been happier.
I’m still a bed by the wall person though. when me and my partner get a house that will probably change, but for now I like having a corner to sit up against.
I got a cheap sharpener that works absolutely fantastically! I love it so much.
When I truly internalized that I don’t have to prove my worth to anyone, even if I don’t always know what I’m doing.
Looking back, that sense of self-worth and confidence is what I probably saw in all of the adults around me that made them seem so incredible as a child.
So when I felt that, I thought “huh, so this is what being an adult feels like.”
I know, we are awesome, right?! And I can wear a Pom hat, joggers and crocs, and I don’t give two shits what anyone might think.
Your body starts betraying you.
More specific to becoming a middle aged man, I started finding any sport enjoyable regardless of what it was. Additionally I started listening to history podcasts. Not sure these are gendered activities but there is definitely a stereotype that men start getting more involved in sport and history.
One big sign is when you stop demanding to be treated like an adult and just start being one.
Being an adult is just a decision you make one day.
Years ago my older brother was on the phone complaining to me because our mom found out he bought a motorcycle and was mad at him and my dad (who helped him pick it out).
He wanted to know why my mom thought she could treat him like a child.
I pointed out that when he decided to get a motorcycle and kept it secret from our mom, he was acting like a child and enabling her to treat him like one.
I have no interest in ever owning a motorcycle. However, if I ever did, it would never occur to me to keep it secret from anybody, because I’m an adult in charge of my own life. Everyone else can have opinions, but I get to decide whose opinions matter to me.
