The other day I was thinking about my birthday, because I am happily self-absorbed. I realized that I’ll be 25. It sounds so old, yet it sounds distinguished, like my life is supposed to be together. But we clearly know that isn’t possible. I’m about as distinguished and put together as a goat.
Anyway, now that you’ve finished laughing at my life skills I was thinking about my birthday and what I want to see and do that day. I mean I’ll be 25 so I have to do something special. Right? Or is that societal pressure? Or perhaps it’s both, but who cares I love to have fun and I just love my birthday. For example I know I want several cakes, as I’ve seen a variety of designs that I’d love to devour.
But with this excitement and planning it hit me……….what if I’m still nothing? What if I have no money, no job, and have nothing to show for my life. What if turning 25 just proves to me how much of a life failure I am? Valid worries, as I so far suck at life.
Clearly, I am having a quarter-life crisis and apparently it isn’t all that rare to feel like such an utter failure. That’s good to know…and terrible….why must it always be so topsy-turvy!!!?? Chill out, life! We get that you’re a drama queen.
To be honest, I’m not sure how I feel about this apparent life crisis. Part of me is feeling the push to be better to do things. To make myself proud. To make sure I can look at myself when I’m blowing out 25 candles and be like ‘you don’t suck all that much’. The other part of me, of course, is telling myself that 25 will be very sad as I’ll be old and unaccomplished. Damn brain, we get it, now shut up!
Well, at least, I have 8 months to figure this out. We shall see, won’t we?
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