Um Excuse me but....BARF
So some chick that I follow whose writing is not bad just posted this and I am tempted to unfollow her:
“old?
Pretty soon, my “you know you’re 22 when…” posts are going to have to turn into “you know you’re 23 when…” (August 30th. Take note). Sigh…Chrysanthe tells me 23 is just great, but I feel like it’s boring, and I’m phasing out of my youthful/engenue/little genius phase and just becoming normal.”
If 23 is “normal”, what the FUCK am I? I am sorry, have I misunderstood Tumblr for the hip and “youthful” and not for the “normals” like myself. God I feel old.
once you turn thirty, you never have to take seriously anything said by anyone in their twenties ever again. and god damn it’s refreshing because twenty-somethings in new york conduct themselves like they’re freakin’ teenagers.
thecakeisalie: to add to that point, my best friend referred to us ( me and her) as teenagers a few weeks ago, to which I had to remind her that we have been out of high school for seven years, are living on our own and holding down jobs with medical benefits and 401k plans, at 25 we’re nothing close to teenagers, I think she died a little when I burst that bubble…