Late of Bloomers

I am oddly happy/confused/weirded out by the knowledge that everyone seems to be as lost as I am.
I thought - yeah, reach a certain age, grow some white hairs (they are white - oy!) and generally look the part of the wiser older type person in sensible shoes and non-teenager wear.
Oh how I am wrong. Very very wrong. I seemed to have missed the Grown Up bus and still be pedalling along on my tricycle of lapsed eternal fluffy post-Youth (it must be the rainbow streamers on the grips).
If only it wasn't so expensive to be an elderly teenager........

I'm here about the overdue adulthood you borrowed.