The title of this post is preposterously overzealous—it should really be called something like,
“How I started to maybe be an adult human who has come from and continues to be in a position of substantial enough privilege that my adult-being experiences are all sort of about dumb things, really, if you think about it for a while, and also I am probably not a good source of advice in this area,”
but I didn’t want to mess up the delicate, hand-wrought formatting on this page with such a long title. Fortunately, I have other apt yet unwieldy alternate titles; for instance,
“Things I had to do in the last five months in order to feel like I knew how to be a Person living in the World, during which time my life was just sort of boring, and relatedly that is why I posted nothing on my blog.”
and this post on my blog is about some of these things.