Alright, fuckers.
Tonight, we’re going to talk about how weird it is to be 22.
I know T Swift wrote an entire song about it but let’s be honest, that bitch has no idea what she’s talking about. She was a superstar, a millionaire, and had more fame and fortune than she knew what to do with. For her to say she was lost is, quite blatantly, a fucking lie.
There’s nothing I can say here that won’t already have been said a thousand times.
I’m being pulled in a thousand different directions. At work, I’m an adult. I’m supposed to be a good corporate citizen, yet ‘m the youngest and the one who hasn’t worked in a corporate environment before and everyone knows it.
At home, I’m the one who lives in their childhood room- redecorated and furniture moved but still comes home and eats whatever the hell their mom has made for dinner.
Don’t even get me started on dating. I can’t relate to anyone who’s still in school- they’re damn children. Anyone who is old enough, mature enough to date has been working long enough that someone who has no stories of being out of school isn’t interesting enough for them. I want a guy with the body of a 20- something, and the knowledge of a 30- something. Is that too much to ask??
All my memories and the times I treasure- the reason I am the way that I am - is because of school and college. I have my entire fucking career ahead of me- I have nothing to focus on except for my career and where I’m going. Where the fuck am I going?
I'm turning 23 today, and I 10000% feel ya Quinn. Living at home post-grad while also working and waiting for grad school is fucking weird. It's like limbo. 😐
