Early Twenties.`1b

There’s a type of conversation I end up having fairly often. Let me give you a few examples:

FULL DISCLOSURE: I turned 23 years old on July 18th of this year. 

person: “Oh the 1980s! What silly things we did then!”
me: “You tell me, I wasn’t even born when that decade ended.”
person: “No way! I never would have guessed!”

person: “How old are you anyway? You’ve got to be at least [my true age +5 years].”
me: “Actually I’m only [my true age]”
person: “Oh wow! But you’re so mature!!!”

and then I usually end up trying to explain this anomaly, because I start to feel very uncomfortable about the whole thing. “Well I’m the oldest of six kids,” I usually say. As if that explains everything. It’s a little awkward [on my end].

These moments have stuck with me. And I think I’ve finally realized why.

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

Two prime examples of how our generation – MY generation – is expected to behave.

When you are twenty-two, you are supposed to be dance-partying, eating breakfast at midnight, and “happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time”.

Not happily married, pregnant, settling into a good job and home and such…while still dance-partying and eating breakfast at midnight.
[AKA: where I was at twenty-two. needless to say, I don’t identify with TSwift…]

It’s generally acceptable to not grow up and move on with your life. It’s like everyone suddenly develops a Peter Pan complex when they turn twenty.

I was going to write a long loquacious post all about what this means and how I feel about it, but I currently have an 8 month old who REALIZED Mom is doing something really cool and is now is tryto type on my laptop with me so that is just not going to happen today`. I’ll leave that as some food for thought today. Maybe I’lld CSOME NBACk to it. Only time will tell.

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love, Rachaw

*“`typos `courtesy iof Daisyqs4eeee12eqd3e2. Lefe21t for your viewing pleasure.

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3 thoughts on “Early Twenties.`1b

  1. haha I love this post as well. a) because I am pretty sure I was shocked when I learned that you are younger than me. I was like, whaaaaat?! but she’s an amazing sewer! she’s so nice! she has life all figured out! and b) because I have been victim to baby typos many a time and love that you left them in 🙂 haha

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