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Jagged pills, ringless fingers, sex, pseudo intellectualism, posturing, and blandess...
It's all very twenty-something.
See? I can be deep and profound too.
If I wanted to be.
I just don't see the point of it.
Today might be an exception.
It's a trap of the age bracket. When we're all almost done finally angsting over how unfair life/parents/classmates/teachers/bullies are treating us and we're willing to get on with our lives, where we mean catching up at the local coffeehouse when we say "go out", instead of clubbing all night long, or going to the movies. And we talk, and it all seems so very grown-up, but in our minds we're really all still the age we left highschool. The way we joke around with each other, take care of each other. Incessant teasing at times.
Our angst isn't on a small scale, it's on the larger scale of relationships. We concentrate on healing the wounds and gaps we created and suffered when we were younger and it isn't easy. We all want control, we do what is needed and if things don't work out, we sratch our heads and wonder why. Sometimes we wonder if this is how it's really all meant to be, and we get that sense of relief when we find out that we aren't the only ones going through it. It isn't easy as we'd like it to be, and it's hard jumping over the hurdles and lifting the weights we had saddled ourselves with.
Funny how things change with time.
Some of us are lucky enough to know the path we're treading before we hit this slump. The rest of us manage to trod along, hoping that by pleasing the people around us, we'll be pleased in return. Seems like that's what quarter life crisis is about, isn't it? Damn my Oprah-viewing eyes.
Does it explain the topic I put in? Somewhat.
It's what we twenty-something women deal with. We can all do everything, but some of us choose to concentrate on one thing. And that's how we deal with and see life for as long as we want to. Though there's the hope, that there's hope for all of us yet.
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