Growing old is compulsory; growing up is optional. My boomer parent besties taught me that. They were awesome, hard-partying, and so full of life. They would take me for long weekends and vacations with them, doing fun shit including breaking his RC cars doing ill-advised shit. He was an EE for Phillips NA and she was an EE for IBM. We stayed in close touch until they died.

If my own parents are what adulthood looks like, nah, I’m good, thanks.