Talking, it seemed to me, was the point of adult existence.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I don't think I really realized what being an adult and being a real grownup was until I was at least twenty-eight.
I was raised with adults. I skipped knowing how to interact as a normal teenage person.
Some adults would rather pretend that bad things don't exist than to talk about them.
Sometimes adults seem as though they have cut a chord from being a child.
Being an adult comes with a whole new set of issues.
Part of adulthood is searching for the people who understand you.
I look back at my adolescence, and I'm shocked at the things I did that were my idea of adult behavior.
Adulthood is interesting to adults. But I would never want to write about stuff I don't feel everybody can connect to.
I think that inside every adult is the heart of a child. We just gradually convince ourselves that we have to act more like adults.
To be adult is to be alone.