Why I’m not afraid of growing up.
There’s currently a Buzzfeed list going around about “16 things that just aren’t as good after college.” I haven’t clicked on it & don’t know what the 16 things are. The one example they give to entice you to click thru the link, is red solo cups.
I think I’ll be okay if I never hold a red solo cup again. Most likely, I will. Many times. But if I don’t… It’s hopefully because I’m not drinking a keg of Keystone light.
I’m sure the list includes things like Spaghettios for every meal, your sorority house, your good ole futon, and the frat parties.
The only thing I miss about frat parties, is that my hangovers didn’t last 3 days when I was 19.
Don’t get me wrong, I had a blast in college. For lack of a better term… It’s fair to say I was a party animal. I absolutely lived it up every second of the way. & by the time it was over, I was exhausted, ready to move on, & never looked back.
People get really scared of turning 30. Or turning 40. Or 25. Or graduating from college. Or high school. Or having their 20th high school reunion. It’s scary because when we were younger, it seemed so far away.
But I’m actually not afraid of getting older. I’m excited for the next chapters in life. & I also know, that much like my crazy college days, I don’t really end up “wishing I could do it all again”, because I did it right the first go round. The only thing I really miss is my far away friends.
So there. My two cents on the current Buzzfeed listicle & the PostGradProblem twitter account & all the other “life after 22 sucks” stuff floating around.
If you feel that way, you’re doing it wrong.