what's that thing called where you wake to a text message where your dad is joking about how he raised you right, then your boss goes another day without giving you any information about the raise and promotion you've been pursuing for two years, and also asks you about something that he thinks is your responsibility because he doesn't actually understand the parts of the business he supposedly supervises, then on your lunch break, you're in the garage trying to hunt down a phantom smell that you're pretty sure is a dead rat but could also be nothing because who the hell knows, your a human being not a goddamn bloodhound. and in the process you find a hunk of cast iron you've been saving because your dad brainwashed you to think that everything you own has some value and shouldn't be thrown away, but your pissed, so you make the sensible decision to throw away part of it and when you do, you hurl it into the trash can and shout "FUCK YOU DAD". and then later, when trying to put the family bicycles away - (you know the ones you use approximately three times a year, but you bump your car door on them every goddamn day?) - and they start to fall over again, just like they did earlier while you were looking for the rat carcass that may or may not be somewhere in your garage and you just shout "FUCK!" at the top of your lungs to no one in particular, like a lunatic. and then on your way out of the garage to get back to your workday, you slam the door as hard as you can and it shuts tighter than it ever has in the last 5 years, and the dog looks at you like "I'm sorry for whatever I did to put you in such a bad mood" and you're like "for fuck sake what is wrong with me?"
Is that just adulthood or something else?