- I’m self-conscious about writing this list.
- I’m actually self-conscious about a lot of things.
- Although I’ve worked part-time jobs since I was 14, I’m extremely dependent on my parents financially. If that rent check didn’t come through, I would have no home.**
- I’m extremely dependent on my parents emotionally. My mom asked me if I was religious. I said no. She told me I should believe in something, anything. Therefore when something bad happens, I will have the strength I need to get through it. I told her I call her when I’m upset.
- For obvious reasons, I compared my life to Taylor Swifts’ upon my 22nd birthday. I have yet to make millions of dollars, win numerous awards, or date Harry Styles.
- I would most likely choose dating Harry Styles over the money or awards.
- Lena Dunham. Jennifer Lawrence. Mark Zuckerberg.
- I still compare my life to others’.
- I’m okay with shameless self-promotion.
- If you didn’t click that link, or you skipped over #6: I love a certain boy band.
- I use the word, “love,” rather loosely; i.e, “I LOVE HIM,” does not literally mean that I’ve fallen head-over-heels in love. It probably means he said, “Hi,” to me once.
- I ask my friends to do my makeup, which includes mascara, and maybe a little eyeliner, IF I’m feeling fancy.
- Remember how anxious you felt talking to your fifth grade crush? I feel like that around attractive men on a regular basis.
- I’m pretty sure some 14-year-olds would intimidate me if I met them.
- I feel like an under-age poser when I go into non-college bars. Seriously, I am not old enough to be carrying on a conversation with a man with a beard and a job on Wall Street.
- I have yet to come up with an appropriate or interesting response to the age-old question, “What’s up?”
- Someone is, fingers-crossed, going to hire ME for a real-person job in the near future. (If you are a future employer reading this, I promise I’m a hard-working, driven, professional 22 year-old, who is writing this purely (fine, mostly) for the entertainment of others.)
- Chicken patties and Ramen noodles make up 90 percent of my diet at school.
- The other 10 percent is made up of chewy, fruit-flavored, vitamins.
- I see pictures of old-classmates raising multiple children, and I cannot fathom being responsible for a whole other human-being.
- My palate has yet to mature in order for me to genuinely enjoy a glass of wine or an IPA.
But after writing all of that, I remembered that I am an independent, college-educated, healthy, unattached 22-year-old woman, who has also done some pretty cool things with her life, and has the ability to go anywhere or do anything she wants. And 22 is a pretty awesome/terrifying/exciting age to be.
**Note that I am still in college, and I will in fact be cut off after graduation in May.
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