I’m very bad at being an adult. And I don’t mean in a “Wheee! I’m so fun and carefree” eating-Popsicles-in-the-snow kind of way that men find extremely attractive in characters played by Kirsten Dunst. I have adult energy (translation: vaguely constipated), but just not any of the authority or competence. I’m like a very draconian accountant who has never seen the number five before.
