What's My Age Again?

Ah, the midtwenties. It's a strange place we find ourselves in. I really don't feel like a "grown-up" most of the time in spite of being teased for my occasional old lady tendencies. Then I started thinking; maybe being in my midtwenties makes total sense when you consider that nearly all of my quirks and actions are either that of a fifty-five year old or that of a seven year old. That probably roughly evens out to midtwenties. Here are some examples:

Ways I Am Clearly a Grown-Up
(Or 'Common Sense Things I Am Far Too Proud of Myself for Figuring Out')
*My rent, electric bill, phone bill, and internet bill have never once been late.
*I run a company.
*I use coupons and reusable bags at the grocery store.
*My sister is about to have a baby.
*I complain about arthritis and use Bengay.
*I have very, VERY few television shows that I will watch.
*I am an excellent cook, hostess, and pet owner.
*Need. Coffee. Always.
*I have finally learned to take time out for myself when I get sick/overly stressed/it's been awhile.
*Coffee and water rings make me see red.
*I'm jealous of people who can knit.
*I refuse to give in to many technologies. (What is this 'Kindle' you speak of? Is it like a blanket?)
*I really do not like making fun or speaking ill of others, and think it's a sign that you have very little else to talk about.

Ways I Am Clearly Not A Grown-Up
(Or 'Don't Blame Me, It's My Whole Generation')
*I call my mom crying from coffee shops, sometimes for no reason at all.
*I still call my dad for financial advice.
*I sit on Facebook and Twitter for waaaay too long.
*I am never dressed weather appropriately.
*I call my cat things like "pumpkin face" and "muffin butt" more than I use his actual name.
*I am the weird girl on the bus laughing at nothing.
*You don't want to know how infrequently I do laundry.
*My roommate can always make me laugh by talking like a Muppet. I kid you not.
*My friend Sam and I must test the quality of beds by jumping on them every time we're together near an untested mattress.
*Somebody says 'I'm having a party' and I still think 'Oooh, what's the theme? I need a costume!'

Where Do THESE Things Put Me?!
*I buy very thoughtful cards and gifts for people all the time...then forget to/run out of money to send them off.
*My favorite food is juice....sugary and flavorful suggests a child like innocence. Odd pulp and green tint suggests foods are in there that only health freaks would eat.
*Half of my book collection is YA fiction...but the other half boasts Anais Nin and Tolstoy.
*I have a morning and a night time health and hygiene routine. Both of which include 'just in case' time for impromptu dancing.
*I can talk for hours about politics, economics, entrepreneurship, art, culture, history...and Harry Potter, comic books, and the latest episode of Pretty Little Liars.
*I can quote Shakespeare eloquently and accurately. I also do a mean Ron Burgundy impression.


So there you guys. Woman-child in a state of grace. Running a company but not a washing machine. Where do you guys think you stand? A nice even midtwenties? Older? Younger?