The blogmosphere certainly doesn’t need more dribble about the trials and tribulations of a twenty-something (hate, HATE that term), but GEEZUS it’s an odd time of life.
I’m constantly being catapulted from maturity to adolescence...and I feel like I’m faking one of the two, but I’m not sure which one. Do I enjoy laid-back evenings discussing heavy issues, or would I rather be *wasted* dancing on a stage? Is my mature behavior a societal obligation I’m conforming to, or has stage-dancing lost its luster and I’m just holding on to the threads of a fading youth? Deep.
The only way someone can survive this age bracket is to be one helluva actor. One second you’re in a board room presenting this fiscal year’s marketing budget, and the next you’re roadtripin-it to Destin, without a hotel room, planning to sleep in a Honda.
Maybe I’ll find the answers to my questions this weekend. NOT!!!!!!!!!!!! Destin or bust!
Ha.
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