#beingtwenty

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“The Spanish tinder guy got serious real fast; ‘My greatest goal in life is finding a girl and having a family’ I’m like, 'Well that’s nice but I’m currently in a committed relationship with my best friend and we’re going to adopt African babies and live in the mountains. Needless to say he wasn’t impressed. In fact, he deleted my ass. I ain’t even mad.”

I’m only 22 years old, but I feel like these have been and are going to be the hardest times of my life.

I thought (and sometimes still think) that something was (is) seriously wrong with me because I was going through insecurity and instability with my emotions. I wondered why the hell am I still trying to figure myself out when I should’ve done that while I was a teenager? I seriously believed that because I never rebelled as much as a normal teenager during those years, it’s all catching up to me now and all the built up angst is just tackling me at once. But then I started finding that I’m not the only insecure and sporadic twenty-something in the world; It seems that I find more and more twenty-something year olds are expressing their struggles. Even older people talk about how their twenties were difficult times for them.

But why is it that no one bothered to warn me about that? Is it because I’m actually in the midst of my twenties that I’m starting to notice it? I mean, people talk about the teenage years being difficult all the time. But I don’t recall people complaining about being in their twenties.

I honestly thought people loved being twenty-somethings - going out, drinking, partying and not giving a damn about whatever havoc they caused. I thought that’s all there was to being a twenty-something.

But now I’m facing the reality. Graduating. Finding jobs. FIGURING OUT WHAT YOU EVEN WANT TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE. It’s like a further and more serious extension of your teenage years. When you’re a teenager, and you mess up, it seems like you have so much time to make up for it. When you’re twenty and you mess up, it seems there’s no turning back.

But is it just me? I mean, we still have our thirties and our fourties and so on to make up for it (or so it seems). Why do we have so much pressure to get everything right in these early years of our lives?

When I was a teenager, I felt like I was going through the toughest times of my life. I didn’t know who I was. I was insecure without knowing it. I took everything so seriously. In retrospect, it really wasn’t a big deal. If I could go back, I would’ve done it differently and I would have had a great fucking time.

So now I wonder, when I hit my thirties, will I think back and say, “Jesus, I was worried over nothing”? Or will I say, “Damn, I didn’t do enough”?

I feel like to find that answer, I’ll have to read a thirty-something year old’s blog and see how life is treating them. Which, if a thirty-something year old is still writing a blog about their life, then we really have no hope, do we?

A low-key video in which I talk about Netflix and my ridiculous reactions to dramatic scenes in television shows.

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