Back in 2014, I got my own apartment, and realized that I am now responsible, not only for feeding myself, but also keeping a roof over my head, I need insurance and need to pay for utilities.
I remeber that I cried a bit when my parents left after having helped me move, then I walked to the shops and bought a steak and made dinner…
Lemon chicken cooked in a covered ceramic pot in the oven is peak lazy cooking, total time 2,5 hours, total time actively doing stuff in the kitchen, 30 min, taste, excellent.
@stoy no, what? I mean prep time not cooking time!
The lazy way to cook a whole chicken is simply cut two lemons in half, shove them inside the chicken, pour oil over it, pierce the skin, throw it in the oven. Takes about 2 minutes prep but an hour cooking time.
It's not how I would normally cook a chicken, but I don't see spending half an hour doing proper prep as "lazy", that's all.
And yeah that was the point I was trying to make in my original comment, that your standard for laziness is not the same as mine!
Reminds me of when I moved cities and was having a rough go of it. I borrowed 20 bucks for gas and my gas light was still on. This was only a few weeks after I had ran out of gas on my way to an interview to deliver pizza.
When my dad died. I was 46. My mom had died 7 weeks before. I realized I had no one to turn to anymore and I was at the top of the trouble ladder. I wasn’t stoked about it. I’m still not.
As a parent and homeowner I definitely feel like an adult now. But I do still reach out to my parents for help and support from time to time. I’m really going to miss them when they’re gone, but being “at the top of the trouble ladder” isn’t something I had considered.
I kinda know the feeling. My dad died in '07 when I was 34, my mother in '20 and her last brother died this year. My sisters and I are now the oldest generation (together with nices and nephews on that side) My yongest sister just turned 42.
I still refuse to admit I’m adult, just old. (At least that’s what my body tells me from time to time, “you’re not 20 anymore, I’m not putting up with those shenanigans”)
Getting a pet. I moved out of my parents’ place in 2009, but bringing home a cat a few months later felt like the first big adult decision I had made. I had pets before, but they were family pets so my siblings and parents all had a hand in taking care of them.
But the feeling of “this is a living thing and it’s relying on me to keep it alive” was an entirely different thing.
I clogged the toilet and it overflowed at an apartment I was sharing during a college internship. I panicked and yelled for my roommate. My roommate took care of it by toweling it all up, mopping, and such; I watched him do it all, horrified.
Afterwards I realized what a shitty thing it was for me to a) not clean it up myself and b) not even help. I grew up a lot that day.
While hiking for one of the first times as an adult, I remember going to the local school and, upon seeing the school and having to remind myself I was done with school days, thinking “wow this feels weird, it’s like playing the post-story of a video game”.
I was that kid though. Not exclusively socks, but I have sensitive feet and learned early on that there are few pleasures as good as the feel of a nice new pair of socks against my footsies.
Voluntarily turning the heat down to 65 in the winter.
And why does everyone feel the need to leave every damned light on in the entire house all the time? And don’t get me started on walking off with the door wide open. You would think my teenagers middle name was “shutthedoor”.
I was very young when I thought I was an adult. I was wrong and got in trouble for sassmouth but I definitely thought I was an adult at like age 7.
To give a serious answer, though, probably at 15 when I had a real, legal job and a car and stuff. I grew up fairly poor and was already just an independent kid. I had been earning money mowing lawns and refereeing soccer and stuff. But once I could legally work, I got a kitchen job and childhood was over pretty quick. At that point, I sort of was an adult. I lived with my mom (because I legally had to) but I had car insurance bills and a paycheck and shit. I had to do taxes. I couldn’t wait to turn 18 and not need my mom’s signature for things.
I know that’s weird but some kids are just like that. I remember when we all went to college, I was so ready to launch that it came as a shock to me when some of my friends were homesick and confused.
Which country legally allows child labor and driving at 15?
I'm not @ShittyBeatlesFCPres, but New Zealand did when I was 15, and I'm sure it's far from the only country like that. They have since raised it to 16.
When I was 15 we could legally leave school, work during school hours (younger kids could work but only after school), drive a car, have a gun licence. 16 was the age of consent, 18 was the age of signing legal contracts and drinking in bars (all children can legally drink alcohol in New Zealand, just not in bars and they can't buy it).
They actually raised the driving age in my state right after I got my license. When I got mine (late 90’s), we just needed to be 15 and take the driving test. My younger sister is only a few years younger and she had to wait longer and do a whole process of getting a learner’s permit where she couldn’t drive alone at night or something.
I remember when we all went to college, I was so ready to launch that it came as a shock to me when some of my friends were homesick and confused.
That happened to me too. Some of them were living in student accommodation that provided meals and had a curfew. I just couldn't understand why anyone would live like that but I see now it was a sort of 'training wheels' stage for them.
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