That adult life (in the US) is miserable.
Everyone has to work jobs they hate or tolerate. Everyone looks forward to the weekends and treats the rest of the week like it's just time spent waiting to live. Everyone drinks. Everyone smokes (did where/when I grew up). Everyone is stressed. No one has enough money. No one has enough free time. No one has enough friends.
I was eleven or twelve when I realized I did not want any of that. Not that that's done me a ton of good.
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