I have determined I’m an adult.
I discovered it Tuesday when I subscribed to a scholarly art magazine.
I coked my head to one side and sat and stared for a few, very long and self-aware seconds, with a (I'm sure) bewildered look on my face when it hit me: Only adults subscribe to non-trashy magazines. And now I’m one of them.
I'm glad my new-found adulthood wasn't found in a novel-like way of a Series of Insignificant Events.
Rather it was just one insignificant event.
And I think that's a pretty good start.