The Good And Bad of Being 23 ( Or In your 20's )

THE GOOD

It's that time the entire world told us what our teens would be like. Riding in the back of cars strangling a bottle of red wine, going out and telling utter lies to strangers about how glam and fab your life is, being able to wear heels without feeling weird ( even though i don't think i'd ever, ever wear heels ). The movies said that these were the things that we did in our teens, but i don't know ONE person who did this in their teens. We were way too busy at home wishing we could do these things whilst bitching about it to our friends over MSN. In our twenties, we are basically adults who look super good because we don't have grey hairs or crows feet yet. We can get a contract, a deal or a business promotion in our twenties and celebrate it like a twenty year old as well. With fucking youthful bravado. The jist of it is this, you have every single right and privilege your parents have in your twenties ( if you work hard or have the luck for it ). We are basically the best kind of adults possible. Energetic, Idealistic, Motivated and great with Social Media.



THE BAD
 

When the hell is our ' transition ' stage going to end? Guess what? We're ( if you are in your twenties too, reading this ) still in that annoying transition stage. Every second person is secretly harboring a crises that they don't want to share, every third person is taking anti-depressants and every fourth person is having a snap realization that " Holy crap, i should've done law!".  They say that the teens was a time where we were discovering more about ourselves and finding our identity. Well, welcome to second wave identity and self-discovery. The only difference this time, is that there are solid nuggets of things you're SURE about yourself now. But now you've got to find ways to stand up for these things. You're more sure about who you are as a 20 something, but the things that you're sure about might be conflicting, confronting and downright frightening as well. It's sort of the time where you give up on friendships, ideas and wishes that were carved out of naivety in the past and face facts. Always undeniably hard.