"Things Take Shape Later On"

I've given in and I'm writing a blog. And not just for me because I want to write and blah blah blah. I want everyone to read it and then it should be discovered for how insightful and witty it is and then it should be turned into a show on TBS. 

See? I'm even being reasonable with my daydream... no one watches TBS, it's not like I'm holding out for Comedy Central.

For some background - I'm in my early twenties, live in a suburb of Boston (yes, I'm living at home), and stuck between wanting to be and do something while having no inkling of what that might be.

I'm fairly certain I'm alone in this feeling. Every other twenty something seems to have it completely figured out. With their adorable Instagram pics and success-sharing Facebook posts taking over and bombarding my life... sure, I'm clicking on these apps and then scrolling obsessively but only because they're there. It's not my fault. It's society's fault. Yes, it's all society's fault.


They seem to have everything together... and to be very tan and happy and fit and... collected. Some of them are even buying a house. How are you buying a house? I can't even buy a burrito without feeling guilty and you have a home? This seems unfair and wrong. I think you should give me your house and you can have half this burrito. On second thought, that would be unfair... you can keep your house. I'll have a house later. And a boyfriend. And a dog. I'll be right where you are now at 23 when I'm 32. God knows where you'll be then, but at lease I have a plan. Good luck to you, sir.

I've recently moved back home to New England after living in LA for a few years. I had to get away from that weather. I hated the weather. Sunshine all the time? No, thank you. I prefer my sporadic rain storms, humidity, and horrifying cold. This is not sarcasm. I do not like the sun or the beaches, but quite like slumping through the rain in the city. To each his own. Or as my friend Ryan says, "You do you, man."

I love that. You do you. That's where the title of this blog came from because honestly, as much crap as I internally give all those people with jobs and homes and spouses - you do you. That seems to be working. And I'm not an idiot, I know only the best stuff is making its way to the internet for me to see, but I hope you're happy. And I'm doing the same thing because we all want to look good. Maybe if we look good, we'll feel better. Better about all of it. 

So you do you and I'll do me and we can meet up for dinner because everybody eats. You can tell me about your interior decorating and I'll discuss my utter aimlessness. We'll hug goodbye and I'll check out your #latergram of #reuniondinner while I'm laying in bed telling myself to fall asleep before 1am because this isn't college and I should be productive tomorrow.

Or maybe I'll just pull out my computer and watch Friends for the umpteenth time.

(Recently saw the below on Tumblr.)

YOUR 20'S

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Reality: