Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Turning Twenty.

Being born in July, my birthday is always the last one out of my friends to be celebrated and I love this because I loved being the youngest and feeling young. But those days are gone because last month I turned twenty. Twenty is such a daunting age, it's the decade where important events are going to happen such as marriage and even children, and this fact scares me. I loved being a teenager and now I feel as though I should be more responsible and mature because I'm now in my 'twenties.' With one year left to go at uni, there's also this panic that I haven't done much in my life, how many irresponsible things do I have left to do?! Due to this fear I have booked my first girls/ clubbing holiday to Kavos and my first festival to Bestival. I got diarrhoea and literally hated my life after all the drinking in freshers week, so god knows how I'm going to survive with the additional heat. And I hate camping. But both will be an experience and remind me that I am still young with very little responsibilities. I have also started reading classic novels as I feel I am not that intellectual and how am I supposed to start my career in the next few years when I don't know that many long words?! So Pride and Prejudice and Great Gatsby have been completed and I am now reading Wuthering Heights. I will probably look back at this when I'm 30 and chuckle to myself at how ridiculous I was. But being anxious about the next ten years of my life and being old in general, is a rational fear and I aim to get through this by only planning by immediate future i.e next week or by a stretch, the following year. By doing this I know I will be fine. And hey by the time I'm 25 I will only be a mere 6 years older than a teen and a longgg five years away from being 30. Who knows what will happen. 

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