my master’s classes are making me feel old. we’re talking about developmental theories and other students (who are around my age) like to relay information about themselves in our discussions. I can’t relate to a lot of what they say.
the average person my age is single, job-hopping, avoiding responsibility, financially dependent, potentially living with their parents, trying to “find themselves” (or whatever)… And me? I am none of those things.
I’ve been supporting myself since I was 17 and even before then the “support” I received from my mom is questionable. (she can probably relate quite a bit to my classmates.)
I am too serious. too stable. too responsible.
But when I think of just letting go, doing whatever and not considering the repercussions of my actions, it is terrifying and sounds horrible.
The craziest thing I do is buy chai from Starbucks too often.
Watch out for me, world!
