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Adulthood is just a constant battle between "I need to save money" and "Let's order takeout because doing the dishes feels like climbing Mount Everest." It's like a financial tug-of-war with our own laziness.
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Remember when the most complicated decision was choosing between the red or blue popsicle? Now we're here, spending hours deciding which health insurance plan to go for. Who knew adulting came with so many uninspiring choices?
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Being an adult is basically pretending to have it all together while secretly googling, "How to fold a fitted sheet" for the hundredth time. I've concluded that fitted sheets are just rebellious rectangles refusing to conform.
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You know you're officially an adult when you get excited about a new sponge. I mean, who would have thought that choosing the right scrubbing side could bring so much joy? It's like the highlight of our week – move over, Friday night parties!
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You know you're officially an adult when you get excited about a perfectly ripe avocado. It's like finding treasure in the produce aisle – the only difference is pirates didn't have to worry about whether the avocados would be ready for guacamole by taco night.
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You know you're an adult when the idea of a spontaneous nap is more appealing than a spontaneous night out. Napping becomes a sport, and we've all got our eye on the gold medal in the "I can sleep anywhere" category.
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Have you ever noticed that the most intense game of "Where's Waldo?" happens at the grocery store when you're trying to find your significant other in the aisles? I spend more time searching for my partner than I do picking out vegetables.
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Adulthood is realizing that a "quick trip" to the store for one thing turns into a full-fledged shopping spree, and you come back with items you didn't even know you needed. How did I leave for milk and come back with a new set of gardening tools?
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Being an adult means having a favorite burner on the stove. It's like choosing your starter Pokémon, but instead, it's whether you're a "front-left" or "back-right" kind of chef. And heaven forbid someone messes with your chosen burner hierarchy!
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