Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 25. I don’t think I’ve posted online how old I am before, perhaps because I knew I was fairly young but didn’t want people thinking I was a kid. But now, I take it all back. I don’t want to be 25. 25 is for old people.
I’ve always thought that under 25 equals kid, over 25 equals adult. I don’t know why, and maybe it doesn’t make any sense. I just don’t want to be an adult. Adults buy houses, have kids, get married (again), have careers, and married friends with children. I want to travel, study, move around, see new things, continue to not know what I want to do with my life. Not that 25-year-olds can’t do all that, but I feel like I’m getting older than I can realise and suddenly I will be 40, childless and barren, and living with my 50 cats (this is a totally plausible scenario). I feel like I should have done more with my life so far, even though some of my friends back home probably think I’ve done a lot over the past four years.
There are only two pros to being 25: cheaper car insurance, and the possibility of people taking you seriously. Well, I don’t have a car, and I can tell you for a fact that me turning 25 is not going to increase my chances of people taking me seriously. You can’t take anyone seriously who is 25 and likes Justin Timberlake. Not that I like him, most definitely not. However, the cons of turning 25 are more than I can bear: ticking “the next box” when choose your age range, possible metabolism change with the impending cries for offspring from ones loins, wrinkles (check), and the knowledge that I am now quarter-of-a-century old. Or young, because old people say that.
Now I know 25 isn’t that old, but it’s the oldest I’ve ever been. And it’s depressing for this old lady. At least I got good presents.
Happy Birthday.
25 is only old for ppl younger than than 21.
Drop me a line in twelve months time when you come back to this text & tell me how old you feel by then
Seriously, it only gets worse. The more serious, or “adult” you become about your life, the more the setbacks will hurt you. So keep that adult at bay if you can. Otherwise all that seriousness could make you hit the wall, or maybe you’ll just believe whatever a pretty Norwegian promises to you, and then you’ll drag out of 25 with a limp. Believe me, that’s not what you want.
So take care, and excuse that 26ish wreck of mine, I’ll have to find a glass for my teeth now…
25= young young young.
My best friend is 38, and has been traveling around the world on a motorcycle with her boyfriend for the last couple of years ( http:www.photobiker.com ).
One day you will know how young 25 really is…
It’s only a quarter of a century, but what’s important is how well you lived your quarter of a century and I bet you’ll have awesome years ahead. It’s weird, I thought you were 20 or something like that.
For many years like this, happy birthday. Cheers!
I’m 21 and (a pretty) Norwegian. The comments here speak to me, In a way.
Atle, I hope I did not sound too generalizing or offensive to you. Of course I am just talking about one very certain pretty Norwegian, far away from home, on a heartshredding mission with the objective to ignore that other people have feelings too. I take it for granted that Norway has to offer less ruthless females, I just have very bad luck.
My mum continues to express surprise at her age, because she continues to feel (and, regrettably, live) like a 20 year old.
Just a matter of your mindset, I’ve learnt
I’ll be 25 in less than 2 years!
Time is a slippery fish, my web-based compadre.
I say we eat that fish.