“Hi there! Good to see you. You look great. Is that a new haircut? How’s the family? Oh my gosh, I’m so glad we ran into each other! We’ll have to hang out again soon. I’ll text you!” – Me, awkwardly posting on this blog for the first time since December and then probably disappearing again for another six months
Lately, I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on myself and my “journey”. I’m almost 24 (which is halfway to 48 which is middle aged OH MY GOD) and I am frequently struck with anxiety about where my life is headed, how I’m getting there, and what happens if things don’t go according to plan. This is a pretty common feeling (so I’m told) for twenty-somethings, so I guess I shouldn’t feel too badly about being a ship lost at sea. However, despite having my shit together in the most basic sense (townhouse – check; job – check; 4 digits in my bank account, not including cents – check) I find myself all too often focusing on what could be better in my life.
Social media is a fickle beast; sure, it’s fun to connect with all your friends and
family (lol) B-list celebrities at the touch of a button, but then you scroll too far and find yourself inadvertently sucked into the dark world of hashtags and creeping and and filters and…well, you get the idea. The problem with this is that people only broadcast their best selves. This makes it pretty easy to believe that your life sucks.
Well, guess what, friends? I’m here to tell you that it probably does. You’re fucking twenty five. You drive a beater from the 90s, average 5 hours of sleep on a week night, can’t get rid of your hanger-on freshman
fuckboy boyfriend and have considered wine coolers to be meals more times than you want to admit. You’re still knee-deep in student debt, you only call your parents when you need money and you’re really trying to ignore that awful rash that you should probably get checked out. You have no clue what to do with your life but you are certain that your social sciences degree would best be used as kindling. But you know what? There’s lots of awesome things about being young, too. Your hangovers only last a few hours, you can wear bralettes as shirts, and being unemployed means you have endless sick days! No one judges you for spending hundreds of dollars on the newest iPhone and ten dollars on ramen noodles because you’re just another irresponsible millennial. Existential doubt creeping in? No problem! There’s a cure for that, and it’s called getting blackout drunk and dancing on top of speakers til 2am.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that there is always a silver lining. It might be hard to see, and it might be thinner than those cheap boho shorts you got at H&M, but it’s there. Being young and dumb is about more than just debt and shitty serving jobs. It’s about having the freedom to be spontaneous and (sometimes irresponsibly) doing things that you love just for the hell of it, consequences be damned. So get out there and enjoy the life you do have. If things get rough, you can always just face-swap with Beyonce.