"I think the reason why twentysomethings are so fixated on age is because we feel a pressure to be a certain way at 23, at 25, at 29. There are all of these invisible deadlines with our careers and with love and drinking and drugs. I can’t do coke at 25. I need to be in a LTR at 27. I can’t vomit from drinking at 26. I just can’t! We feel so much guilt for essentially acting our age and making mistakes. We’re obsessed with this idea of being domesticated and having our shit together. It’s kind of sad actually because I don’t think we ever fully get a chance to enjoy our youth. We’re so concerned about doing things “the right way” that we lose any sense of pleasure in doing things the wrong way. Youth may be truly wasted on the young."

Why Do Twentysomethings Always Feel So Old | Ryan O’Connell (via juneandafter)

Which is why I will continue to get shitfaced until the day I die. Also if I’m in a LTR by 27 I will be very surprised since I will have only graduated vet school by then and plan to go travel the world. Not really looking forward to people’s expectations of me, nosirree.

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Well this summed up why I get the random sads. 

I never feel like I’m where I’m “supposed to” be. 

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I think we feel that pressure because the 20s of our parents (the people who raised us & were the first ones to instill in us the ideas of what we’re “supposed” to be, regardless of when we tried to shake their indoctrinations) WAS a lot different from ours - a lot of them did get married in their early twenties, move out, start families, and have mortgages by their late 20s.  They weren’t moving back in with their own parents because they couldn’t afford rent & couldn’t find a job after 4 years of accruing college debt and a vague understanding of international relations or how to explicate 17th century English poetry.  Our 20s look a lot different & are marked by different milstones & achievements.  Adolescence has been draggggggged through our 20s - partially the fault of us being all Special Snowflakes, partially the fault of the world at large & the environment we live in that is sooooo different from the world of 30, 35 years ago.

What makes me happiest about all this - because I weirdly don’t want to be “old” either, I just want to stay 27 forever - is that I don’t feel two years away from 30, I don’t feel yet like an “adult” (ie, ‘boring & responsible’), so hopefully, the vitality & exuberance of youth will last well into my 30s, and since I won’t be exhausted by a husband or kids, will have the energy to continue to explore & do what I want to do.  

We can have this discussion again in 10 years, though, given that sometimes physically I feel like an 87-year old because of my back.

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Reblogging because it’s good to remember this. 

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