I left my parents house when I was eighteen, since a year and a half I live all by myself, I have gray hair, I go to the doctor all by myself, I had surgery, I have a stable job, I deal with moneys, credit cards, loans, I go to therapy...

The list goes on and on... list of things that could be used to probe one is an adult... despite of this huge list... I always refused to see myself as an adult.
Recently I decided to bought a car... I kinda thought that was the topping of my list, I thought that's it, I can not deny I've grown up, I'll have all this responsibilities that everybody is reminding me of, I have to make all this tests that no one else can do for me, I have to pay this car, I have to try to keep save from hurting me and others too... It felt to big...

But... there is a but... I've realized that what really makes is making me feel as an adult is not the car... is accepting the fact that my decisions are mine and that each of those decisions, whether is is buying a car or having eggs for breakfast affect me and others and that I'm responsible for those effects and that I can't have somebody all the time helping me with those decisions... I have to made for myself, stand by them, enjoy the good things that come out of them and face the bad ones.

I must say I'm very proud of myself, because blaming other people ALL the time is such a common disease and such an easy way... but the truth is if I can't be blamed for my mistakes... I can't be credited for my successes... I can't live my life...