2. Delete posts on Facebook/Instagram when they don’t pan out.
I hate seeing pictures of my friends’ official hospital ID or first-year classroom, with silly captions about their first post-grad job officially deeming them a grown up.
4. Knowing who our real friends are.
“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…”
As kids who grew up in the late 80s and early 90s, we’re still coming to terms with our newfangled maturity.
You’ve learned that forgetting certain people and things is the only way you’ll ever truly be able to forgive.
2. Asking for what you need. It’s kind of funny that one of the most important things humans do is communicate; and as we get older, in theory, we ought to get better at it. But we actually get worse.
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.
2. You find yourself bragging about things like ‘fuel efficiency’ and ‘safety’ when discussing your choice of a new car. Bonus points if it’s a Subaru with a ski-rack.