Lazy rainy Wednesday. Just sitting at home, procrastinating on finishing a paper and watching my pups be bums right along with me.
I had a job interview yesterday and killed it! WOO! I start 8 hours of training on Friday and couldn't be more stoked. Innately, I fee so inadequate if I'm jobless. I think boredom has to do with some of those feelings. You think I'd be happy with school work, but no. I don't get paid for school. It's quite the opposite.
Stressing about a job got me wondering though. I am 22 years old; the age that I will remember most vividly when I'm 70. My twenties will ignite a majority of the most significant memories that I will carry with me for the rest of my life, and here I am stressing these precious twenties away.
The twenties sting from a tragedy, the empty and helpless feeling of a heartbreak or the belly in your throat kind of sensation from love, will never feel the same way they do in your thirties and forties. Partially because by the time were 30 our brains are fully developed, but besides that. In our twenties, when we think we're jaded; bitter about life and the very few experiences endured, we still remain open and unwise to the novelties of the world. The twenties embrace ignorance and being fickle to commitment. The twenties don't care if your car breaks down every other week because you can't afford to fix it or if you eat top ramen almost every night.
The twenties could give a rats ass if you forgot what your last hangover was like, and somehow managed to top said previous one (this however is a feat that becomes increasingly harder to achieve, nonetheless, bear).
These golden years reduce the rest to pyrite, setting us up for a life that most likely will be societal norm satisfying, but never as rewarding, as punishing, and as rich as our twenties.
So, for my friends who live with me currently in this dichotomous state of confusion, drenched in the abyss that is your twenties, if you're anything like me, slow down. Minus some life achievements and important lessons later on, we are becoming who we will be for the rest of our lives. These memories will adhere to the inner most medial depths of your brain and remain there even after Alzheimer's has ravaged through it.
And for those of you beyond the twenties who may or may not acknowledge the pleasantries of the past, know that you have reached an age of appreciation; appreciation for the passing of a turbulent time, the self you gained, and the self you get to be from there on out. Don't loathe the past for its passing, just recognize that among those roller coaster times, you had an immense amount of growth.
We long for the past, even when it wasn't worth paying attention to during the present.
I had a job interview yesterday and killed it! WOO! I start 8 hours of training on Friday and couldn't be more stoked. Innately, I fee so inadequate if I'm jobless. I think boredom has to do with some of those feelings. You think I'd be happy with school work, but no. I don't get paid for school. It's quite the opposite.
Stressing about a job got me wondering though. I am 22 years old; the age that I will remember most vividly when I'm 70. My twenties will ignite a majority of the most significant memories that I will carry with me for the rest of my life, and here I am stressing these precious twenties away.
The twenties sting from a tragedy, the empty and helpless feeling of a heartbreak or the belly in your throat kind of sensation from love, will never feel the same way they do in your thirties and forties. Partially because by the time were 30 our brains are fully developed, but besides that. In our twenties, when we think we're jaded; bitter about life and the very few experiences endured, we still remain open and unwise to the novelties of the world. The twenties embrace ignorance and being fickle to commitment. The twenties don't care if your car breaks down every other week because you can't afford to fix it or if you eat top ramen almost every night.
The twenties could give a rats ass if you forgot what your last hangover was like, and somehow managed to top said previous one (this however is a feat that becomes increasingly harder to achieve, nonetheless, bear).
These golden years reduce the rest to pyrite, setting us up for a life that most likely will be societal norm satisfying, but never as rewarding, as punishing, and as rich as our twenties.
So, for my friends who live with me currently in this dichotomous state of confusion, drenched in the abyss that is your twenties, if you're anything like me, slow down. Minus some life achievements and important lessons later on, we are becoming who we will be for the rest of our lives. These memories will adhere to the inner most medial depths of your brain and remain there even after Alzheimer's has ravaged through it.
And for those of you beyond the twenties who may or may not acknowledge the pleasantries of the past, know that you have reached an age of appreciation; appreciation for the passing of a turbulent time, the self you gained, and the self you get to be from there on out. Don't loathe the past for its passing, just recognize that among those roller coaster times, you had an immense amount of growth.
We long for the past, even when it wasn't worth paying attention to during the present.
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I am going to enjoy these twenties though. fuck everyone else. Thank you!
You enjoy those 3 years!!! Your adorable mr.femlover