There comes a time in our lives when the world suddenly expects us to take on loads of new responsibilities, such as remembering to feed and clothe ourselves.
But some of us aren't ready to come out of the soft, lavender-scented cocoon that is non-adulthood. Some of us aren't ready to expose our taste buds to things other than artificial chocolate flavouring, and our brains to films that don't contain anthropomorphic talking animals.
And you know what? Screw the man, and screw normal expectations - we'll become functioning members of society whenever we damn well please.