A friend of mine made a comment a few weeks back that really got to me. She basically said she was too old for whatever it was we were talking about. That it’s time to grow up.
I’m 23. Maybe I don’t have enough room to talk because I’m kind of a screw up and I don’t have a job like she does but since when are you supposed to have everything figured out at 23?
I want to go on trips. I want to go on adventures. I want to dress up in costumes for no reason and go to comic book conventions. I want to try new things and make new friends.
Your 20s is the perfect time to do all of these things. You still have room to do whatever you want and fuck up in the process. When else are you going to? Are you just going to sit around telling yourself it’s time to grow up? The next thing you know you’ll be in your 40s/50s with nothing to look back on because you’re stuck in a job that you spent all of your 20s trying to move up in.
I’m sorry, but that’s not for me. Maybe some people can do that but I can’t. I want to live my life and have as much fun possible. One of my worst fears is looking back on my life and regretting not doing the things I should have done. The spontaneous trips I should have went on. The friends I should have spent the little money I had to go see.
As screwed up as it is, I like my life. I may not have a lot of money. I may be jobless. And I may not have a set plan for my future at the moment. But I’m living it. I have the opportunity to do things that make me happy so, why not?
Sammy G, everyone. <3
or, in Lo’s words…