Recently a friend posted an article on Facebook about how half of my age bracket are settling down and getting married, whilst the other half are searching for that next Tinder-date fix. You can read the article here. It seems to suggest that those in their twenties are on a clear crossroads – you either settle down, or you have casual sex every weekend. You’re either married with kids, or “discovering yourself”.
Where did I go wrong then? I have no intention of getting married and having kids, and I definitely have no intention of flaunting my wares over a dating app full of creepers. I’ve been in this weird stationary stage for a little while now, and I can’t help but wonder what the next step is going to be if I don’t conform to one of these two categories that pigeon-hole twenty-somethings.
I’ve grown up to discover that we never really have everything “sussed”. Perhaps as a teenager I thought that when I became an “adult”, I’d have it all figured out. I’d have the dream job that paid for a nice place and my social calendar would be full to the brim. The fact of the matter is, I’m 25, I have a decent job but I live with my parents and struggle to fill my weekends with any social engagements at all. That affordable, beautiful place to live, luxurious salary and vast friendship circle is a fantasy.
Perhaps that will change over time – everything will click into place and life will feel all that more fulfilling. Perhaps it won’t. It’s really tough being in your twenties, because it really is an in-betweeny age where so much is uncertain. I wish it filled me with a sense of adventure and excitement for all that’s possible, but instead it feels me with this insatiable urge to figure everything out, map out my future and know where I’m heading.
But where to start?
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