I am deep in the tough thicket of 27- yesterday was my half birthday…
so yes, I’m hella 27.
Why am I making a big deal out of this boring, non-milestone age? Because something seeps into the consciousness at 27- especially for us, “adulthood what?” types. For those who have kids or experienced some out of the norm hard living- this is a moot point, but for the rest of us- run of the mill, working to stay afloat, drinking to have fun types, 27 is a wake up call.
THIS IS WHAT IT IS TO BE AN ADULT.
To which most of us reply with a deeply mystified, “What?! No way…”
Yes way, my dear late twenties, yes way… The shiny gleam of “when I grow up” wears off and starts to sound stupid, because as a kid , you never wanted to work in a cubicle. You never wanted to loose childhood buddies. You never wanted to struggle with dating. Yet, this is reality- being a adult involves disappointment- a lot of it, and this time around Mommy can’t fix it with a hug. When you’re in your early 20s- adulthood is fresh and wonderful, but by the time you’re 27- it hits you- this is the time you’ve been preparing for, going to school, working jobs, and getting all your social norms ready. You’ve jumped from the nest, now you’re flying… but where do you go?
Well you gotta go somewhere… hopefully somewhere important… or at least valuable to oneself.
Oh… it doesn’t help that a handful of famous people kick the bucket at this age either….
July 7th, 2010 at 11:56 am
I’ll pop open a can of prune juice to that!