Our twenties. Some claim that these are the best years of our lives. Our livers are still in tact (how after college, we will never know), our metabolisms are still kicking, and our faces are still youthful; we’re seemingly immune to any threats of aging. That’s right, no wrinkles or worry lines– for us it’s just our wildly free, untamed spirits. The late nights of dancing and boozing, the self-indulgent purchases we splurge on, the endless bad decisions we make that we shrug off because we’re young and defiant: to all of it, we simply muse the words “live and learn” and carry on.
I’ll admit, it’s not a bad life. But, our twenties has it’s drawbacks too. When people reminisce on their twenties, they too easily forget all of the chaos that took place during that time. How so many of us, don’t know what the hell we’re doing and are desperately trying to figure it out. Or maybe we do have an idea of what we want, but haven’t got a clue of how to get there.
Take myself for example. As I sit here writing these blogs, I hope that the words I type will touch someone or lift their spirits, that they will make someone chuckle or crack a smile, that they encourage a wistful state of pensiveness, or maybe inspire acts of compassion and kindness. Perhaps I’m over zealous. As I fantasize over these scenarios, I can’t help but yearn for the time when the dreams and aspirations actually come to life. If they say our twenties are a time for self-discovery, then I imagine our thirties are the time for self-fulfillment. When you’ve already laid the ground work and it’s time to sit back and pat yourself on the back for what you’ve accomplished.
Of course, I am constantly reminding myself to stay in the moment and enjoy the present (No wrinkles! A working metabolism!), but it’s hard not get excited anticipating all of the great things on the horizon.
There are 3 Types of People in their Twenties
I’ve noticed that there are more or less 3 types of people in their twenties. There’s the “picket fencers”, those people who are on the fast track, like the AP students of this class called life. They’re engaged if not married by their mid-twenties, have established what they’d like to do for a living (if not already kicking ass at it), and are, as I imagine, breathing a sigh of relief. They can now just enjoy life with their partner by their side, their careers (or motherhood) in check, and admire their newly purchased house with the picket fence out back. The picket fencers go on to start a family, sometimes before their twenties are even over. And poof! There they go to join the ranks of the minivan owners (or should I say SUV’s for us millennials), shopping in bulk at the Sam’s Club’s and the Costco’s, and hitting up Disneyland and Orlando Studios on the reg with their tikes in tow. Don’t mistake any of this for sarcasm. There is truly nothing more that I want in life than to put on a cloak and visit Harry Potter world. It’s a fun life, but it’s the fast track life. The mothers in this category make up the majority of the MILF’s out there walking around because they were fortunate enough to have their kids young.
The next group of people are the “party rockers”. Some of these people are the anti-marriage folks. Boo commitment, boo growing up– let’s just party. Yeah, these people are a WILD time. They’re the regular patrons at the pubs for happy hours, they have permanent spots in the lines outside of clubs, and they hit up Vegas and Mexico with their buddies more often than they go home to visit their families.
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I suppose you can say that these people are really seizing their youth, because God knows when we reach our 30’s and 40’s, our bodies find ways to be cruel to us if we push it to the party limits. I do have to say however, there is something so liberating about being single in your twenties. It almost feels like you’re still a kid, free falling through life. Having the freedom to do whatever you want and no one would care (except Mom of course). I wouldn’t say that this is a bad group to be in, but it is no doubt a high-intensity group.
Lastly, there are what I like to call the “floaters”. That is me. When you don’t really belong in either of the groups I mentioned, and you’re just kind of there. You float from group to group. You get into a serious relationship and suddenly your life looks like it’s headed to the picket fencers real quick. Then you break up, find yourself single again, turn on some LMFAO, and kick it with the party rockers for awhile. After you’re all partied out, and maybe had a quarter life crisis or two, you’re back to floating. You want the picket fence life, eventually, but you just aren’t ready for it yet. You join the party rockers every now and then, but never stay too long because you want something more. You want something more out of life than just the next party. You seek to have meaning; you desire fulfillment. For so many of you that probably wonder, why is she doing a blog— this is why. It’s doing something for my soul. So I’m going to keep on floating, but I guess in the meantime, pass me a beer.