Jennifer Lawrence > Everything
Twenty-four is such an awkward age. Yeah, 13 is uncomfortable and 17 is a roller coaster, but 24, 24 is fucking complicated.You’re 2 years removed from undergrad, but lightyears away from true adulthood. You don’t thrive after a night of drinking, you slide by with the aid of copious amounts of gatorade, a multivitamin, and tylenol. I had a conversation with my dad recently about my insurance policy and the possibility that I have inherited his acid reflux. Like, come on. I treat Zoe like she is my human child and I take fiber gummies twice a day. Fiber. Gummies. I don’t know at this point if I should spend more money on clothes or under eye cream.
At 24 your friends are getting married and reproducing. So, you begin taking trips to celebrate the ending of singlehood for said friends. You anticipate “Hangover” style debauchery but experience something much different. Like dinner discussions about how you never get carded ANYWHERE and how it would be more believable to say you were 28 than 21. You drink wine instead of tequila and discuss intimate sexual details in a not-so-sexual way. i.e. “I bottom more now because I am just exhausted at the end of the day, ya know?” I DON’T WANT TO KNOW. I don’t want to bottom just because I worked 8-5. I want to turn on Ginuwine and greet my love bunny half naked. I just said ‘love bunny’…god dammit.
I need 24 to find it’s happy medium. I either turn on rap music, put on red lipstick, and go out or I put on pjs, make coffee, and watch Netflix for hours. I feel more in tune with who I am than ever before, but so confused by this coming of age transitional period. That’s 24-a transitional period. John Mayer referred to 25 as the year of crisis. I’m going to skip the crisis shit and start accepting 24. I have a real, big-girl-pants-everyday job. I have a low alcohol tolerance. I have friends who are having babies and I have a wedding in October. Twenty-four isn’t 21 and well, that’s okay.
Here’s to not being a college student, to not being torn about who you are, and to growing up.
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.
The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.
All the feelings.