When you turn 16 you get a car and YOU get a car! When you turn 18 you can finally see those rated R movies you and your friends have been so desperately turned down from time and time again. The infamous "can I just see your ID?" question gets us every. single. time. Much like bar hopping in all of your pre-twenty one badassery only until you realize that you were the only one turned down for a drink. BUMMER. (News flash, your friends are already 21 so you're riding this sober train solo dolo tonight) Sorry, sensitive subject - let's get back on track. When you turn 21 you can finally get a drink, horray! Go ahead and celebrate with an ice cold beverage because you've been putting on your big boy pants and turning down booze ever since you discovered what a house party was *insert sarcastic undertone here*. Last but not least, when you turn 30 you have a clear sense of self, so they say...meaning you don't feel bad telling that friend they cannot borrow that $30 they've been asking for because you've been putting money aside to pay off your car loan. PRIORITIES! Hol-up, Hol-up, hol-up. Aren't we missing something? I mean, typically speaking when you go down the list of "milestones" it would appear we've hit the big leagues; ages where the gates have been lifted to pseudo-adulthood put in place to trick us into thinking we are more mature than we actually are. But no, sadly you are mistaken but don't worry because i was too. There's one age that no one tells you about that smacks you square in the face. And no, not one of those playful love taps you gave your childhood crush. I mean the aggressive "this chicken is so good it makes you wanna slap yo mama" from Friday kind of slap. Really though, how is it that no one has warned us of the wrath of. ..TWENTY FIVE.
If you're already 25, you know what I'm talking about. If you're not; you're welcome. It creeps up on you, and out of no where bam, que the horns "regret" "self deprecation" "anxiety" and one of my personal favorites philosophical questions about your life's trajectory. I don't mean to sound so pessimistic, I mean it does get better - right? Don't look at me for the answers. Please check back in 1 year, I may have an insight or two for you. IF I MAKE IT! Sorry, being dramatic is just a natural extension of myself, I can't help it sometimes but on a serious note: Thank you to everyone who has failed to tell me just how complicated turning 25 can be! I mean, is this some kind of untold secret? Are you inducted into some type of secret society after? More importantly, did I just lose my place for letting the cat out if the bag? Oh well. Now you know; so don't say I didn't warn you. But you can say I didn't help because I totally didn't. So with they said, you're probably thinking "why the hell did I just read this post, thanks but no thanks, the last thing I wanna do is go into the big two five dreadfully."
My purpose for this post is to let you know you're not alone. I know it sounds cliche but it's so true! Life is probably pretty messy right now, I mean literally as I write this very post I've chosen to meet with friends for burgers and drinks which doesn't sound bad until I add the part where I'm using rent money. Oops. See! I'm right here with you. You'll question ever decision you've ever made, or choices that you're going to make. You'll probably even feel the immense pressure of having your life planned out before 30. When you're in the woes of 25, 5 years doesn't seem very long to tie up all that loose ends. There's a quote by the exquisite Maya Angelou which goes "I am not obliged to know everything. I remind myself it is sufficient to know what I know, and that what I know, may not always be true." So do me a favor, live in the now, smell the roses, be present and try and enjoy yourself as much as you can and you'll figure it out along the way.