7. When you realize your parents can’t protect you from everything, and that they are just as human as you are.
I wasn’t until my 30th birthday approached that I began to feel the first real impulse to get hitched.
I always catch myself wondering what I was thinking when I was a teenager. I know I’m not old now but I’m no longer that little girl who just couldn’t wait to grow up.
Work on yourself first.
I was 17 when my parents first started World War III, and every day after I tirelessly tried to fix it.
13. You are finally enjoying reading books. No one is making you read them, but you do it because you want to.
“Being 27 is parallel to being a newly post-pubescent teenager; so many feels, so many conflicting emotions, so much self-inflicted pressure. At some point, it’s just easier to pray you make it to 30 in one piece and resolve to figure it out from there…”
That being a mess is endearing.
The person who’s already 50 in their own mind anyway, so whatever.
Anyone more than four years older than me still thinks I’m a kid, which has been and apparently will be true until we’re all over 50 and have kids that resent us. But I just can’t accept the idea that age defines adulthood.