Trying to accept adulting is like trying to accept Nick Viall as the new bachelor: no matter how you look at it, it’s just not the move. Regardless, there comes a moment in your young life when it’s time to stop eating Ben & Jerry’s for breakfast and get your life together.

And yeah, you’ll roll with the punches as you mature into a full-fledged grownup, but no one ever said the road to adulthood wasn’t paved with serious growing pains and total “cringiness,” did they?

Things get really iffy when:

You spend hours pinteresting your dream home, then realize it’s all useless. You have no money and you’re probably going to end up living with your mother for the next nine years.

You try to apply for numerous credit cards, but always get rejected because you have zero credit history...which is why you’re in desperate need of a credit card to begin with. Seriously, Uncle Sam?

You constantly ignore your work to marathon “Friends” and take Buzzfeed quizzes about what your Leonardo DiCaprio movie preferences reveal about your fashion sense.

You plan to eat egg white omelets and green tea for breakfast every morning, but end up reaching for double stuffed oreos and sparkling apple cider because...actually, you don’t even have a good reason for that.

And then on days when you want to dedicate yourself to cooking actual meals, you get home after a long day and opt for microwaveable chicken pot pies instead.

You vow to unleash your inner Audrey Hepburn by wearing more turtlenecks and knee length skirts to lecture throughout the week. But those winter winds end up getting the best of you so you lazily throw on joggers and Maryland gear.

You make to-do lists to get organized like a responsible adult should, then make other to-do lists demanding that you stop being totally useless and finish checking off all your other previous to-do lists.

You plan to “check in” on how your friends are really doing emotionally over white wine and shrimp scampi, then forget all that and just rehash “How to Get Away With Murder” over basic-level Panera Bread.

You make a deliberate effort to buy an actual clothing iron, then realize you’d rather spend the money at Chipotle, and just continue using a hair straightener to un-crease your jeans, instead.

You try putting on your big girl pants when you’re struck with the campus cold for like, 30 minutes before totally giving up and marathoning “Gravity Falls” back under the covers at your dorm.

You know you suck at this whole “adulting” thing, so you read a bunch of articles on adulting, as if that would help at all. But at the end of the day, you decide you’re just going to grow up to be a giant baby. Mhmm, Joey Tribbiani did it and look at him now.