I can’t tell if I feel so weird from my age, 24, an age where I feel like I should start feeling like an adult and understand what a 401K is, or the fact that the world is kinda in shambles.
What if my niche is just being Rachie?
How do people just become adults and act like this is totally normal. This is so WEIRD! How do you expect me to spend four years partying, drinking, flirting, taking tests while drunk, and just being reckless in general ALL ON MY DADS DIME and then it’s like ‘oh hey go work for eight hours a day and use ALL of your money to survive off shitty store brand bread.’ This is literally the epitome of adulthood.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, nostalgia’s a killer.
In my time hanging out with my family, I forgot how important it is to have alone time, too. To let my thoughts go wild. To create something. To learn something. And just rejuvenate so I don’t implode.
Isn’t it funny how the should be easiest questions are always the hardest?
Yesterday, my college athletics department posted on Facebook about their #breakthestigma campaign. This is their non-sincere way of showing prospective athletes parents that they care about their athletes mental health. Well they don’t.
So I’m letting my creativity roam now with this blog. I’m not going to limit myself, I’m just going to let myself write and see what happens. Sometimes when we let ourselves roam aimlessly we end up right where we are supposed to be.
I’m back! Bet you thought you seen the last of me! – Or whatever Emma Roberts says in ‘American Horror Story.’
Currently I am sitting by the pool of my parents vacation house writing my first blog post with only $11.57 in my checking account. Why did I find the need to say this? Because I feel as if there are a lot of us twenty-something year olds in this position of transferring over from living the good life of college with our parents money to back us to graduating, getting a shitty job, and not know what to do.