I'm afraid I may be a Grup

I'm afraid I may be a grup.

Oh, and there’s one more thing I learned, in answer to my opening
questions: If being a Grup means being 35, and having a job, and using a
messenger bag instead of a briefcase, and staying out too late too often, and
owning more pairs of sneakers (eleven) than suits (one), and downloading a Hot
Hot Heat song from iTunes because it was on a playlist titled “Saturday
Errands,” and generally being uneasy and slightly confused about just what it
means to be an adult in these modern times—in short, if it means living your
life in fundamentally the same way that you did when you were, say, 22—then,
let’s face it, I’m a Grup.