Lately, I've been preoccupied with the parts of me that seem adult vs. the parts of me that maturity continues to elude. It's a two-columned mental list, divided by items like "getting married" (man!) and "want to have a monkey act as our ring-bearer." (man-child!) After seeing The Raconteurs (a.k.a. Jack White and Those Other Guys) perform a couple weeks ago, I added and triple-underlined a new item in my list's "adult" column: I no longer enjoy rock concerts.
From I am an adult