[...] Am I a grown-up? And what is the meaning of growing up? And why do I care so much?

Do I even care at all? Actually, now I'm really wondering if I care at all, I think the answer is no. I don't care not knowing. Because it won't make a difference. I'll still be the Petite weirdo with bow in her hair that orders beer with grenadine syrup. I don't want to be a grown-up nor I want to be a kid.

I know growing up is not having a real job or paying a rent. Growing up is not drinking red wine or going to parties with your fellow students.

I don't need to know what is the meaning of growing up. I don't need to know if I am a grown-up. The only thing I need is to be consistent with myself. And tell the world: hello world, this is who I am. Would you like me to send you a nice unicorn illustration?

Gros +1.