Being an Adult.

So over the past couple of months there have so many moments where I have had to swallow my pride and as I've been told all my life "be an adult".In the beginning of it blew and it blew hard. Lately though its been alot easier. I think a huge part of my initial frustration was that "being an adult" means being a better person than the other. Despite what some people have said about me (and yes I see how I can come off as pretentious)I always tried to see myself on the same level playing field as everyone else. I recall my mom telling me "Joe you're above average", but I constantly struggled with that because these people who were/are below average and at average were/are my friends. Plus shes my mom and it hard to validate the compliments of a mother. I'm rambling here, but basically coming to terms with the idea that I am better than someone else wasn't easy for me, feels dangerous to say, and helps me to acknowledge that violence isn't usually the answer.