I don't think I really realized what being an adult and being a real grownup was until I was at least twenty-eight.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have this sense that I didn't really start growing up until my twenties.
I was raised with adults. I skipped knowing how to interact as a normal teenage person.
I was only 24 then, but 18 of those 24 years had been dedicated to wanting to get to that moment.
Maybe I didn't have the childhood people think you should have, but I still went through the ages; I was still a child.
I've always been quite mature because of the way my parents brought me up. They were very good at talking to me like a person rather than a baby, and I was around so many actors and directors from such a young age because my dad is an actor. I was more comfortable with adults rather than actually being an adult child.
There's slowly been a kind of shift in how we think about childhood. It's like childhood almost extends to 20 or 22 even after the end of college. When I was growing up, there was this expectation that you were on your own now.
I'm beginning to understand myself. But it would have been great to be able to understand myself when I was 20 rather than when I was 82.
I know I felt like I was ready to be an adult long before the rest of the world agreed. I'd already realized that a lot of grown-ups didn't know any more than I did, and some of them were even dumber than I was, and even the ones who were smarter weren't using their smarts for things I necessarily considered worthwhile.
I always had an easier time with adults. Somehow, I was always old! I still feel old.
I managed my life to the point that at age 19 I was still in high school. I decided I was too old to be walking down those hallways.