If there’s one thing I know about myself is that I didn’t grow up just yet. I’m still a silly girl that blushes when she gets a compliment and denies it immediately instead of saying “thanks” like a normal 24 year old woman would do. Or would she? I don’t know. I don’t understand women either. Hashtag b****es be crazy.
However, this is not about compliments or anything like that. I’m just at a point where I’m trying to figure things out but I know for sure that everyone does it no matter the age, even though there are so many expectations people have of me and young people in general. Sit up straight, take your elbows off the table, don’t talk with your mouth full, don’t burp in public, don’t pick your nose, stop pointing with your finger. So. Many. EXPECTATIONS, amirite?
I’m just talking about all these expectations of how I should have a stable job that could develop a career (OK, I’m on it). That I should be buying an apartment and stop paying rent (WHY?). That I should think about what I’ll be doing in the next 5 years (uhm, videos on Dubsmash, d’ooh!). That I should have an opinion about everything (OK, fine, Rihanna doesn’t always deserve to be on the best dressed section). That I should give up my dream of becoming a YouTube celebrity and focus on “some real goals” (NO.). That I should stop pointing with my finger at things (but you’re not looking where I’m telling you to look!).
One day, our heads are going to explode of so many thoughts caused by our judgmental consciousness that Steven Spielberg will start crying because he didn’t get the time to make a Vine out of it, I tell you. Or post it on Meerkat, we’re evolving over here (also, you’re welcome, I educated you a little).
One moment it’s “don’t worry, you have your life ahead of you”, the next one is “so, your resume says you had 5 jobs already?… Isn’t this doubting?” Yeah, it is doubting. Like that Hawaiian shirt you’re wearing. What is this, casual Friday? (That was me talking to a virtual interviewer, FYI).
I’ll be 25 in 2 weeks. And I don’t know where I’m at. All I want to do is finish reading Amy Poehler’s book, listen to The Weeknd, scroll on Tumblr and visit London. I’m serious about these 4 things being on the top of my priority list. What does that say about me? Doesn’t matter.
Actually, the cold always bothered me. But I do love Olaf ^_^.
OK fine, I’ll stop ranting. No top 10 things I learned while being 25 anymore. I have a cat now and it takes up all of my time for blogging. Just kidding, it doesn’t, I just don’t want to write.
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