Wait, I’m an adult now. When did that happen?

You’re walking down the street or driving your car, or going back to work from a cigarette break when suddenly it hits you: you’re an adult now. When did that happen? When did you grow old, when did you leave behind your younger, naive and innocent self? You’re supposed to be a grown up now, but suddenly you don’t feel like one. Suddenly you feel like you’re not supposed to be here, like the world played a game on you, you pressed auto-pilot and it brought you here, without your consent and all you can do now is play along.

I’m just a crazy old man on a blue box! And now I don’t even have the blue box!

  I’ve just realised something funny yet interesting and quite insightful about myself. There’s this thing I’ve done since I have memory, or at least since internet chats exist. You can call an Obed thing, one of those things that define people you know and you kind of expect it to happen from time to …