I have officially reached my mid-twenties, and I’ve noticed a few things that happen when you hit this weird, in-between stage. It’s mainly society telling you that it’s time to get your shit together, but that’s not always reality, TBH.
Like many of my mid-twenty friends, our lives seem to be a little disorganized. The credit card bills are astronomical, we’re still on the cellphone family plan, and the thirst is most definitely real. Whether you’re still at home or in a 100-square-foot apartment, our mid-twenties are a time when maturity is expected, but not always guaranteed.
When It Comes To Relationships…
No matter how opposed you are to online dating, by the time you hit 25, you have definitely had some type of experience with it. Whether you played on somebody else’s account, had a nightmare date or met the man or woman of your dreams, Tinder, Bumble, OkCupid, Hinge, and/or Match has been your friend at some point.
When It Comes To Paying For Stuff…
Whether you just moved out of your parent’s house or you’re riding the struggle bus every day trying to afford that apartment you insisted on getting after college, you’ve most likely asked your parents for money. We’ve all been there and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Regardless, you’re not entirely sure when it’s going to stop, but you’re also not financially prepared for the answer either.
Is that a wrinkle I see!?
No, just kidding. Not yet.
When It Comes To Partying…
In college, as soon as Thursday night hit I was ready to boogie down. Now? It’s a toss up whether I can manage to go out on the weekend at all. A nice dinner with a few cocktails is pretty much all that’s needed to make for a good time. Sure, there are nights that end at 4 a.m. with McDonalds, but they are far and few between.
Apparently, getting older means you get tired more often, you pay serious attention to the drink prices, cabs are noticeably smellier and there are only so many times you can get drinks spilled on you before you’ve had enough.
When It Comes To Your Emotional State…
The day that you realize you’re officially halfway between 20 and 30 is the day that you completely freak the fuck out.
Five years ago, you were in college and your primary occupation was having a good time and making Jell-O shots. Five years from now, you might be married with kids and your job is trying to keep another human alive.
Somebody help, please.
When It Comes To Buying Yourself Stuff…
I like to think of this as the “Treat Yo’ Self” effect. While you might still be asking your parents for money, you’re also aware of the dietary complications that come from buying 99 cent meat from the corner store. Despite where the money is coming from, every once in a while we like to think we deserve to splurge the extra $5 to get your groceries delivered from Whole Foods or spring for those new pair of jeans.
You’ve also started developing hobbies and now pay to be involved in them for your own enjoyment. (I paid actual dollars to go see a symphony the other day and went to dinner beforehand. Sometimes my own maturity is overwhelming.)
And When It Comes To Your Friendships…
Remember the days when you used to roll deep? You and your crew would engage in a massive group text, get ready together, and assign people to bring certain pregame essentials. By now, that crew has gotten smaller and your qualifications for who you roll with have gotten stricter.
You no longer have the time or the energy to waste on people who are just going to be passive in your life. Friends at this stage really mean something. They’re your ride or dies, and you share similar outlooks on life. Unlike that girl whom you called your soulmate while drunk at 3 a.m. in the bar, these people are here to stay.