20-Something

This blog is dedicated to the ins and outs, the woes and endeavors of being inyour twenties. It’s a milestone decade in which you could potentially both lose your virginity and become a mother. You could have a string of failed relationships and/or meet the person you are meant to spend the rest of your life with. It is a pivotal ten year time frame that marks the beginning of adulthood, whatever that means, and the end of carefree stupidity, to some extent. Having only three and a half years left myself in this critical period, I think my two cents may be of particular value for those who have yet to cross over and into this phase, for those who strongly desire to go back to it, and I suppose also for those who are still currently going through it. Essentially, this broad blog topic will allow me to explore all my mind’s scattered musings, as it all falls under the umbrella of my recent experiences.

I’m well aware that each and every individual person has a highly unique experience of their twenties. For example, not everyone loses their father at 22, not everyone gets engaged and becomes an aunt at 25, and not everyone gets married at 26. Those experiences are particular to me. Not everyone stays home for college, not everyone lives at home up to the age of 26, not everyone lives at home with their mother and their fiancé for a year while they try to save up money to buy a house, and not everyone spends what seems like three years of their life trying to find a way to move out only to lose all hope at the last second before actually finding a home within their price range, and in turn, getting an accepted offer. Finally. Again, these experiences are unique to me.

Not everyone contracts three different strains of the human papillomavirus, not everyone neglects to get their wisdom teeth removed which in turn causes gum pain and headaches, and not everyone still hasn’t returned that really short dress from Macy’s that she bought six years ago because she really thought it would look cute as a top but it looks cute as neither a top nor a dress and it’s still in the trunk of her car, along with unreturned college textbooks and a half-broken vacuum she’ll probably never use. Just kidding, I never had HPV and my wisdom teeth are long gone. But that last part I think is still true, although I don’t think that dress is in my trunk anymore. I’m pretty sure I donated it the last time Lupus was looking for clothing donations.

The point is, our twenties are a crucial time. A time for growth, a time of change, a time of friendship shifts and career launches, possibly, if you’re lucky. I remember when I turned twenty, and insisted on making a big deal about it, and a lot of people turned their heads to the side with confused expressions wondering, “what’s the big deal?” Twenty doesn’t represent much, as far as opportunities go. So you’ve been able to vote, buy pornographic magazines and cigarettes, and engage in sexual relations with other consenting adults for two years now. You still can’t legally drink or rent a car on your own, so why the fuss? Why get your hair professionally styled, rent a limo for the night and go to restaurant with drag queen waitresses? This isn’t a bachelorette party.

Well, twenty may not have been a party, but it was certainly a milestone moment, an induction into an era that will not soon be forgotten. Although eighteen technically marks being an “adult,” no one takes you seriously until you are in your twenties. In fact, I still struggle to get people to take me seriously, but it may be because I goof around too much. Nevertheless, for all you nineteen-year-olds soon-to-be twenty, don’t let anyone tell you this isn’t significant. This. Is. Your. Time.

Leave it to me to go five paragraphs without making any real point. This is more of an introductory blog post than anything else, or as I’ll refer to it from now on, a “blost,” (just kidding, that sounds ridiculous) a set-the-tone post, if you will, for all that is to come. So if being twenty-something revs your engine, then buckle up. There are more horrible car puns in store for you.