Big Groan of Annoyance
In a little over two weeks, I turn 24. The ambivilence I feel about this rates around my thoughts of Swedish exports and my desire for an Escalade with spinners.
Let's call it something: pre-quarterlife blahs, the soon-to-be deep depression episode I'll be hospitalized for, being possesed by sentient beings with a plan.
A) I am not sure I want to do anything for my birthday. Last year was a letdown. B) Even if I do, there is no bar/club I wish to occupy in the metro area.
Mopey Lauren. I guess I'm depressed at this lack of accomplishment. Yes, I graduated college. Yes, I have a good paying job. But is this it? Is this all I have to look forward to?
I apologize. That's just my irrational fear of 30 and the end of my fun days talking.
Besides, all sorts of fun shit is looming. Buying a apartment/home. Repaying my student loans. Skipping my high school reunion.
But as my mom likes to remind me weekly, "I was engaged at your age."
. . .
Bitch.
Let's call it something: pre-quarterlife blahs, the soon-to-be deep depression episode I'll be hospitalized for, being possesed by sentient beings with a plan.
A) I am not sure I want to do anything for my birthday. Last year was a letdown. B) Even if I do, there is no bar/club I wish to occupy in the metro area.
Mopey Lauren. I guess I'm depressed at this lack of accomplishment. Yes, I graduated college. Yes, I have a good paying job. But is this it? Is this all I have to look forward to?
I apologize. That's just my irrational fear of 30 and the end of my fun days talking.
Besides, all sorts of fun shit is looming. Buying a apartment/home. Repaying my student loans. Skipping my high school reunion.
But as my mom likes to remind me weekly, "I was engaged at your age."
. . .
Bitch.