Being a 20-Something Year Old

As a teenager, being a 20-something year old promised a magical land of champagne towers, dream jobs, and reasonably priced apartments in metropolitan areas. Now being a 20-something year old, I have found myself slightly outside of this magical land - and I have a feeling I am not alone. Unlike what we learned from pop culture, it isn’t always easy - or sometimes possible - to pick up after graduating from college, and move to the chic city of NY, or the laid-back land of LA, and live happily ever after. 

I am a recent college graduate and I’ve ended up in a unpredictable, yet predictable place: my parents home, my purple bedroom, unemployed, and bored. When you think you’re going to be Samantha Jones and end up worse than Max Black, it can be a difficult realization. 

Don’t worry about going through this adjustment though - there will be plenty of people handing out their free advice, because they know “somebody” who went through the exact same thing as you did, and now they are doing just fine. 

In fact, you should look at this time as a blessing, this is a time to: 

“find yourself,” 

“get in shape,” 

or “start a new hobby” (I've chosen couponing). 

Taking this advice, I have taken my time off to submerge myself in re-watching the entire Gossip Girl series, exploring makeup tutorials on Youtube, and mostly doing nothing. However, I do try to go for a walk (at mall-walking speed) at least once a day. Sometimes, like today, I like to set my alarm clock early to go for these walks to give my life a false sense of purpose. 

So, let me get to my point. This morning when I woke up early to go for a walk, and it was beautiful. There was a crisp chill in the air, I was peacefully alone, and the sun was shining. Then, in an astonishing turn of events, my “Classic Pop Radio” decided to play Anaconda (an over sexualized remix of Sir-Mix-A-Lot’s 90s hit), which is a guilty pleasure of mine. And thinking of everyone’s advice about enjoying this time, I decided to rock out to this song, and it was amazing. I sang out loud, got a dancing spring in my step, starting shaking my shoulders, and truly felt happy that I set my alarm early this morning. I became gleeful and excited about the future to come because if I don’t have anything going in my life, at least I will always have a set of “buns.” 

But, like all good things in this world, they have to come to an end. I was suddenly ripped out of my imaginary music video when three chiseled (shirtless) men, ran passed me. And trust me, what they saw wasn’t remotely cute like something out of a Cameron Diaz scene. They were obviously quite amused, and unimpressed, at my less-than monumental Nicki Minaj impersonation. I’m fairly sure that the only way my actions could have been more perplexing to the runners is if I had been wearing Shape-up shoes, which thank goodness, I do not own. Thus, as humility sat in, I was brought back to reality. And at this exact moment, I was reminded of the unfabulous state of my life. Welcome to my new blog and I hope you all can enjoy, and relate, to the uncensored and untold stories of being a 20-something year old. 

Sincerely, 

Someone please hire me