I have really big issues about being told what to do. This is a reason why I don't particularly like to go home. It's also a reason why I couldn't stay at Gramma's anymore. I don't like being told when to go to bed, when to pack. I don't like being told to put away the milk. I know damn well to put away the milk. When the fuck did I ever NOT put away the milk.
I survived five freaking years on my own at college. In all my years, have I ever once missed a flight? Have I ever once had to call home and ask for something like more money? I managed myself just fine. My time. My money. Do you really think that all of a sudden I graduated college and FORGOT how to be a responsible adult? Jesus fucking christ.