I know you’re all rolling your eyes as my 25-year-old self just referred to myself as “old” in the title of this post, but hear me out. At 25 my body and mind feel and act completely different than when I was in college- or even the first few years out of college. Friends my age are getting promoted, getting engaged and successfully making it through each day without the guide of their parents. I’m sure when I’m 30 I’ll look back at this post and laugh and how different life was at 25, but for now all I can do is reflect on my early 20’s and retell the differences I’ve encountered. Here are a few things I’ve realized that I’m getting too old for.
No longer can I stay awake past midnight on a Friday night- I’m lucky if I make it past a glass of wine and a full episode of Shark Tank. I simply just don’t have the energy to gallivant around the city, hopping from bar to bar and mixing alcohol like it’s my job. The last few times I’ve been to bar I remember saying to myself- and others- “Is it just me, or is it too crowded in here?”, “Is this actually real music?” or “I never acted like that when I was 21, did I?”
Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy alcoholic beverages on weekends and nights, but I can’t drink the amount that I used to. No longer are shots something I accept with a smile. The number of drinks I can have in one sitting without having a hangover the next day is closer to one than five. The quality of the alcohol I drink is higher, more expensive (by “expensive” I mean still cheap because I’m poor) and I prefer wine and fun drinks like margaritas over vodka-sodas or the cheapest beer on tap. How people my age can still party like it’s 2010, I’m still not sure of.
Being in a healthy relationship and surrounding myself with true friends has made me realized just how little I care about the stupid stuff. If a girl unfriends me on Facebook, no longer do I get upset or get my feelings hurt- it now makes me laugh. Because at age 25 if you still unfriend people on Facebook due to jealousy, you have no life. If I see that I’m the only one not invited to a weekend get-together, I don’t wish them any harm- I probably wouldn’t have wanted to go to the lame party anyway. The things that used to matter just really don’t anymore, mainly because I don’t have time to focus on them or even think about them. I’m too busy kicking ass on the Internet with my blog and writing, trying to make a name for myself at work and laughing my ass off with my boyfriend and friends.
Eating whatever I want
I’m genetically “blessed”, as some would say, with a petite frame. Thanks, Mom. I used to be able to eat whatever I wanted and not gain a pound. Until recently. The 10+ pounds I gained since moving to NJ was definitely needed (I lost a bit due to anxiety- yuck), but the fat decided to deposit itself in new and exiting places, like my stomach and butt. I’ve heard it only gets worse as you get older. AWESOME!
What are some things that you feel like you’re getting too old for, no matter what your age is?!