...turning 25, and the age of adulthood
First of all, Happy New Year!
Second of all, it’s been a long time!
I thought about this title while I was out on my hot girl walk last month, and get this, this post was supposed to go out on the first week of March, but I’ve been doing everything but writing so here we are.
Honestly, not a lot has happened since last year anyway; the damsels have been hibernating but we’re up now.
I had a terrible January and February, for the most part, because I was cooped up in my house, and if you know anything about me, that’s the quickest way to throw me into existential ennui.
Unsurprisingly, (quite surprisingly for me), I came out of it 3kg heavier, which is trivial in the scheme of noticeable things, but I’ve somehow maintained the same weight for three years now so imagine my shock.
Anyway, it got me and my friends talking. Most of us are turning 25 this year, or next, and EVERYONE is complaining about something.
Gaining weight, acne breakouts, second puberty, frontal lobe developing, ageing, laugh/frown lines, getting botox & fillers, leaving relationships, going for more stable relationships, the cost of living crisis, career moves, labour shortages, how late is too late? Are we just starting or are we nearing the end of our youth? The collapse of civilisation! (adding this one for the dramatic effect)
It’s almost as if 24 is the age of doom and gloom. The only thing you think about when you’re 24 is that you’re turning 25, and by 25 you should have your life figured. Of course, I'm well aware most 25-30-year-olds are still chipping at the tip of the iceberg in figuring things out, but that doesn't cancel the narrative that some sort of switch should be flipped inside you at 25.
I can't even make a silly joke these days without my 18-year-old sister throwing in a 'you're pushing 30' comment. Like, do you mind waiting till I turn 29?
Don't get me wrong, 25 IS a milestone because the way I think about it, I intend to live a very long life, at the very least till 100, so technically turning 25 implies I’ve spent a quarter of my life; one ticket for a quarter-life crisis, please? Thank you; but that also implies I have three-quarters to go, and sometimes, I think to myself, what mistake could I possibly make that'll negatively impact the next at least 75 years of my life, short of committing a crime and going to prison?
I also think about how I was such an emo teenager, not aesthetically, just always in my feelings and with a lot of existential dread, and it's like I turned 20 with a newfound appreciation for life and enjoyment of my youth, and I simply refuse to give that away yet.
Matter of fact, I simply refuse to let my frontal lobe develop. To be honest I'm a little too know-it-all for my age as it is. Any extra development at 25, and I'm on the way to displaying extreme levels of narcissism. Watch out, society.
But on the bright side, I will be able to rent a car for a normal rate, and eligible to chalk up one of those pretentious '25 things I learnt by 25' posts.
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