Can we ever be grown ups? Is there such a thing? Do we ever reach adulthood? Can we ever reach adulthood? Everyone keeps talking about this almost mystical future of adulthood. It doesn’t feel any different than my late teens/early twenties so I must not be there yet. I don’t like to eat the crust on bread. I don’t care for vegetables. Milk is my favourite beverage.  I’m picky. Heck, how can we call ourselves adults when we still take naps (or want to take naps). We throw tantrums when things don’t go our way. We still cry for our parents when feeling sad or hurt. We whine. We aren’t…