Unfortunately for my mental well-being, society would have us believe what exactly twenty-somethings are supposed to be doing with their lives:
Graduating College
I stopped pursuing an Engineering degree to go full-time at a job I love but pays me barely enough to survive
Using College Degree to Obtain a Decent Paying Career
See above
Purchasing a Car
Thanks Dad!
Owning a Starter Home
I rent a basement apartment I can barely afford
Falling in Love
The only long-term relationship I have managed to NOT completely fuck up would be the one I share with my dog
Starting Families (Or at least thinking about it)
Hah!
Honestly, I have perhaps always been a bit of a rebel. Thus not exactly keen on what society or its authority expect of me. And I do enjoy my life. I'm busier than hell, have a great group of friends, I love my job, my family members are close and amazing, and I have had the opportunity to love. Yet at some point, I have begun to ask myself if I made the right choices? Where did I go wrong? Why am I here? Does it get any easier? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
So here I am. In my basement apartment snuggled to my dog. For the next 400 days, I will be chronicling what I do with the last of my Twenties, all the while exorcising the demons and bullshit that got me in this mess. Who knows? Perhaps this will help build a less rocky foundation for my third decade at life. Sure is cheaper than a therapist.
