I decided I wanted scrambled eggs so I went down the stairs of my house to my kitchen and got out my skillet and scrambled my eggs that I bought with my money earned at my job and brought home in my car and now I'm eating my scrambled eggs and with every bite I'm giving the middlest of my fingers to every teacher, principal, and counselor who tried to tell me that If I didn't follow the high school-college-career-marriage-family-mortgage-white-picket-pence lifestyle track then I'd be a grizzled bum living in a cardboard box under an overpass sad and alone by this point in my life.
Fuck every single one of you. I can adult just fine.