Now that I am officially in my mid-twenties, I can muse about it.
It's not that being 24 is especially hard. It seems as if no one else my age has anything figured out any better than I do. Some of us have jobs. But, the most are just kind of flailing around. I can't even think of anything coherent enough about the job situation to make a profound statement on. Who knows? Who knows what'll happen? Fingers crossed.
I'm more concerned about how I just cannot get it up to go out anymore. Last week was GO OUT GO OUT GO OUT. DRINK DRINK DRINK. And this week, I dread it. As I'm writing this, I'm supposed to be getting ready for a family birthday at a sports bar and I'd rather just hang out on the couch and finish watching Fringe (I'm on season 4 and HOLY SHIT).
Going out doesn't appeal to me. It's not funny anymore to be the "hot mess" friend that constantly fucks up. None of it's cute anymore.
If you would have told 21 year old Kaileigh that it stops being fun, she would have laughed at you and stolen your drink.
Now, I'm concerned about moving off my mom's couch, finding a job, thinking about my future, budgeting.
I don't have any answers because I just keep coming up with more questions.
Labels: growing up, personal