In this section, we’ll explore “adulting”—a term I did not coin but wish I had. Getting your shit together isn’t all email and piggy banks; you also need to go to the doctor and renew your passport and learn to dispatch annoying chores with skill and vigor. Stop paying late fees and start writing thank-you notes. And in between all of that stuff, you have to find time to spend on your friends, family, and/or people you’re having sex with. (But only if you really want to. Per usual, I’m not telling you what to do here—only how you might go about it, if you deem it important to your overall happiness.) Perhaps you’re more interested in getting out of a relationship—like, for good, not just for this weekend. In that case, keep reading, but I wouldn’t leave this book lying out on the coffee table open to here. Rookie mistake.