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Stop Romanticizing Your 20s
Why you should enjoy getting (a little) older.
One of my friends invited me on a hiking trip back in January, the weekend before classes started. “Come on, it’ll be your last chance to get away.” That used to be true. But honestly, my last chance to get away happened about five years ago.
You know what I miss the most about my 20s? Leisure time. Masturbating whenever I wanted. A completely unstructured day.
The freedom to spend hours working on an article, then just deciding to grab sushi and espresso on a whim.
Not having to plan a movie two weeks in advance.
You see, my spouse got to see End Game last weekend. I’m still waiting on my turn. It’s not that I can’t. Just that something else always seems way more important. Like laundry. I’d honestly rather catch up on laundry than spend an afternoon at the movies.
When you’re 25, nothing really competes for your time.
You can just wake up and spend a morning at Starbucks if you want. Then you can slide over to the sushi bar. Then you can go for a long walk. That night, you can round up some friends and see a movie. You can even tack drinks on later, if you want. If you don’t meet a guy, you can just go home and sleep in your own…
