I keep mine thinking i might need it in case i need to send the thing back for warranty service. Still have boxes for stuff years out of their warranty periods.
I was in my late 20s and two of my uncle was having a heated argument over politics. Everyone else was quiet, afraid to say anything. I spoke out in a normal tone, not raising my voice, "that's enough". They stopped immediately. It was fairly surreal.
Having the opportunity to buy cake whenever you want, having enough money to buy cake whenever you want, and choosing to not buy cake whenever you want.
Mine was paying for an airbrush, and i was in my 40's by this point, but the realisation i could buy a completely superflous, but expensive, thing for myself was a bit if a wow. But yeah house bills also lol
When I truly internalized that I don't have to prove my worth to anyone, even if I don't always know what I'm doing.
Looking back, that sense of self-worth and confidence is what I probably saw in all of the adults around me that made them seem so incredible as a child.
So when I felt that, I thought "huh, so this is what being an adult feels like."
I got towels, cast iron pans, and a new knife for Christmas and couldn't have been happier.
I'm still a bed by the wall person though. when me and my partner get a house that will probably change, but for now I like having a corner to sit up against.
When throwing away a perfectly good box is a well thought out decision after the box has been in a staging area for some time while you think about it.
Most of my boxes are cat scratchers. Some of them are to paint on. A couple are in a closet in case I have to return the expensive thing that it housed.
Being around kids and being seen just like I remember seeing adults when I was little. Assumed authority and decision making power and the answer to every problem or wish.
One big sign is when you stop demanding to be treated like an adult and just start being one.
Being an adult is just a decision you make one day.
Years ago my older brother was on the phone complaining to me because our mom found out he bought a motorcycle and was mad at him and my dad (who helped him pick it out).
He wanted to know why my mom thought she could treat him like a child.
I pointed out that when he decided to get a motorcycle and kept it secret from our mom, he was acting like a child and enabling her to treat him like one.
I have no interest in ever owning a motorcycle. However, if I ever did, it would never occur to me to keep it secret from anybody, because I'm an adult in charge of my own life. Everyone else can have opinions, but I get to decide whose opinions matter to me.
I'm choosing a light fixture right now and I'm trying to decide which one looks best with all the natural fibers I plan to place in the same room, and the fact that I'm choosing to spend real hours on this self-created homework when I could instead be playing video games should tell you all you need to know.
A bit of both for me. Whenever I dropped a bollock in work or whereever, my head used to go down and I'd be waiting for the hairdryer treatment like I was waiting outside the headmaster's office.
Now, if some cockwomble decides to mass-email someone with a passive aggressive email about "could the person who..." and it's quite clearly my mistake, I take great pleasure in absolutely owning it, smashing that reply-all button, and explaining in painful detail how yes it was my fuck up; yes I did do it with good intentions but hey things go sideways sometimes; and yes abso-fucking-lutely thank you for your shitty email that has had all the effect of a silent fart.
I think the best part of adulting is that you can make no mistakes and still lose (yeah Picard boiiii), and realising that nobody's going to care about it in a week's time.
I'd point out that taking responsibility for your actions doesn't necessarily mean fixing them on your own.
It's often more difficult (and more adult) to acknowledge that you've dug a hole for yourself that you can't escape from on your own and ask for help.
Saying this as the parent of young adult children that are adulting well, but still need to ask for help. Also as the old adult child of my parents who must still force himself to ask them for help.
I still have mine against the side because of space issues. I like my open space, especially since I have lived in a couple of rooms where having the bed against the wall gave me extra floor space to move around.
But to answer the question, various things have definitely made me feel it. Though I'm definitely gonna say the stereotypical "All Kids Are Annoying" as my answer. Definitely how I've felt for years, despite not even being that old.
I was recently on a public bus that ended up stopping at a stop by the local museum and because of a youth ride free program, what looked like a whole class of elementary school kids got on the bus. They were loud and annoying and wouldn't shut up. Thankfully I had my headphones so I could listen to music to try and ignore them to the best of my abilities. 0/10, would not recommend.
Similar things happen when I get in around the time highschool gets out, but at least the teens have the ability to shut up and use their inside voices on a public bus. So they at least get a pass for not being super loud and obnoxious.
Skip Scarface, I'll give you a quick synopsis. Robert De Niro sells cocaine, business is booming, life is great, he's the best and smartest criminal in history, what a good life! I guess on top of selling all the coke he should also be doing all the coke, wow, this is even better than before! He's a genius! Oh shit, the feds found out about his operation, no problem he's a badass, he'll just take em' all it with his AK! Oh, wow that plan did not go well at all... The end.
Now watch Goodfellas instead. And try to figure out if any of the characters (including the narrator) are "good guys".
Sounds mundane but a few days ago, for the first time I bought myself a jacket. I am 28. My grandma loves to gift clothes for christmas especially stuff like jackets, so I didn't really need to buy one until now. On the way back from the shop I felt weirdly adult. I bought most of my other clothes myself for around 10 years, but never a jacket
That happens first, then one more time you will be faced with the same choice, and you will remember that happened and that you were already wiser once.
Coconut bread are slices of coconut, starch, Sirup and sugar (I believe), that you can put on a slice of bread. We sell it in The Netherlands! But I believe originally it was a condiment (is that the word? Things like peanut butter, cheese, jam, stuff you put on bread)
When I got a well-paying job, earning me about 10 times as much as I did while working as a teaching assistant at uni. I realized I could afford more than renting a student apartment and cheap food. Buying furniture, an apartment, having kids, tech toys. A car.
Makes me feel independent and in control of my life, I guess.
Owning a proper lawn-momer like the one my dad had. A proper petrol, cylinder mower like this one:
I bought a refurbished on from eBay. Sadly my lawn is too shitty and bumpy to use it, so I just use a Honda IZY which does a perfectly good job but it's not like the one my dad had.
Not as important as what has already been said but actually making a call when you really need something done. You'd be impressed how much more quickly your problems can get fixed when you talk to a human being.