Tomorrow, I turn 26. That’s 98 in TikTok years.
To commemorate my age, I’ve decided to complete a time-honored, Buzzfeedian tradition of sharing what I do and do not know now that I’m in the latter half of my 20s.
Don’t count on listicles being a new part of my content. This is mostly because I’m in the midst of finals, and the only thing running through my head for the next 8-10 business days is a soft, whistling wind.
Let’s begin.
I don’t know what to do with my toothpick after I finish eating an appetizer during a wedding cocktail hour. Put it in my bag? On a table? Every option seems inconvenient and gross.
I know to ask my younger cousins “What’s the latest drama at school?” rather than “How’s school?” during the holidays, because it makes for better conversation.
I do not have the hair for side bangs. That’s okay.
Some people aren’t meant to stay in my life, which I think is stupid.
Knowing #4 still makes me sad sometimes, which I also think is stupid.
Having feelings is not stupid.
I’ll watch hours of TikToks about living in rural, northern Europe and all it gives me is a sense of boundless yearning.
I’ve never gracefully gone through airport security.
I don’t know why I still use dating apps, but I know I’m gonna keep using them.
I feel more awake than I have at any other time in my life. I like that feeling.
I used to be so cruel to myself, and I know it’s because I didn’t think there was any other way to do it.
I know I was trying my best.
I don’t know if I’m on the right career path. (Screenwriter? Seriously?)
I know I want to keep going.
If I don’t write something down three different times in three different places, I’ll forget it.
I have boundaries.
I have limits (different than #16).
I’m protective of the communities I cultivate.
I don’t know if I’m an introvert or an extrovert. Someone read my birth chart and tell me.
I don’t know why I think about certain people as if they’ll come back into my life. Do I even want them to? I don’t know. Probably not.
I’m good at self-soothing.
Being soothed by others is nice sometimes.
I don’t know why I keep setting an alarm for 7AM like I’ll magically be a morning person one day. I’m an 11AM-2AM kind of person.
I don’t know why people say “High school is the best four years of your life,” or “College is the best four years of your life.” I was holding on for dear life until about two years ago.
I love getting older.
I want to keep going (different than #14).