As I get closer and closer to the dreaded “mid-twenties”, I’m starting to realize that there is a long list of things that I am getting too old for. I used to think that you didn’t get “too old” for stuff, but that people just conformed to how they should act at a certain age. Nope, wrong. So wrong. Let’s go over just a few examples…
- The Junior’s section. I used to make a beeline for the graphic t’s and hoodies, but now I find myself standing in between Juniors and what I still refer to as “the grown up section”. Do I buy the “Case of the Monday’s” crop top or the practical but still cute blazer? I DON’T KNOW. I like both, but I feel this responsibility to extend my business casual wardrobe outside of the office. What if I run into a coworker wearing the same thing as her teenager daughter? Awkward. I don’t think I’ve reached the point of being too old altogether… but I’m getting close.
- Staying up late/sleeping in. By 9:00pm on weekdays, I start thinking it’s about time to “turn in for the night”. I swear. I’m typing this from my bed. I’m still in my early twenties at heart though, because life is fair game on the weekends. Stay up until 1am?! Sureeee, just sleep in the next day! Oh, wait. Sleeping in is now 8:00-8:30am.
- Drinking. I’m always like “ugh, what a rough week! Time for a few beers or glasses of wine to unwind.” Next morning: wake up feeling like I never slept and big foot may or may not have stepped on my head.
- Haphazard plans. That kind of thing was cool when I was like 18-19, when our main objective was to “hang out”. Now, I need something a little more detailed to find the motivation to interrupt my Netflix binge-watching of Orange is the New Black. Oh, you want to go do something that sounds mildly fun 45 minutes away? Eh…
- Sleeping at someone else’s house. This might just be me, but there’s nothing that sounds less appealing to me than starting my weekend off by waking up at someone else’s house. Just no. I am way too old to “crash on your couch”, thanks.
Being in your twenties, whether it to be early, mid or late, is a weird thing. Like, you look forward to it so much when you’re a teenager because you just imagine it being so great. You’ll live on your own, buy whatever you want, do whatever you want… it’ll be great. Until you realize it isn’t, and now you’re just on a downward spiral towards 30. Can I go back to eating cup of noodles for dinner and wearing crop tops?
Spoiler: I still purchase/wear crop tops. -_-