Apparently I'm the opposite of the rest of you. I felt like an adult by 16 and don't really remember what it felt to feel like anything else. I lived at home for quite a while, but I had a separate basement apartment that had some of its own utilities and such, and I was working and paying rent by 16. My dad died when I was 20 and I got a job with good pay and benefits working for the county which I kept for almost 9 years. I've always had friends and such, but always busy friends that I can't see very often, and the groups of friends I used to hang out with all disbanded by the time I was 23. I was married to Julia at 22 and we had dated for 4 years prior to that. We were married 5 years before the divorce.
So yeah, whatever not feeling like an adult was like, I really don't have any recollection on a daily basis. It's only during the meets every year that I have any sense of that again, and sometimes it comes with caveats. Last year had them, this year does too. One of Heather's best friends has a brain hemorrhage and is in the hospital awaiting a 2nd CAT scan and transfer to Dallas so they can perform surgery, and she's a fucking mess. I guess she had some birthday plans for me or something, but she said those are deep-sixed until later, and that seems to happen to most of my birthdays. The world just doesn't seem like a place for mirth most of the time. You have to squeeze it in where you can amidst the bullshit, and while I suppose that's the same for everyone, some are better at it than others. I'm apparently not that good at it.