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When You’re Young You Get Sad January 31, 2010

Posted by wanderinggrizzly in 20 Something, Miscellaneous, Quarter-Life Crisis.
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One of the great things about being in your twenties is the relinquishing of teenage angst, of teenage misconceptions of popularity and misconstrued body image.  I definitly don’t look any better now than I did at 16 but I feel so much better about myself than I did when I was a tiny little cheerleader.  I might not find myself any more attractive but I don’t care about it anymore.  I’ve come to terms with the fact that my hair will never do what I want it to do, that I have no idea how to properly apply makeup and there is nothing glamorous about me.  I am more comfortable with dirt under my nails than polish on them.  When I go out, it’s in jeans and a tee-shirt and I have a great time.

I’ve also come to accept being mistaken for being a lot younger than I am.  When I was in Montana my boss sent me for snuff and the convenience clerk wouldn’t sell it to me because I looked too young (I didn’t have my ID).  I waitress across the street from a major university and while I understand why people ask me if I’m a student the other day I was asked specifically if I was a freshman.  I haven’t decided yet if I should just go along with it or if I should correct them and say, “Actually I graduated college three years ago…”

Most of the patrons are college students and mostly ’88 babies.  This has got me thinking, what would 21 year old Grizzly think of 24 year old Grizzly?  I’m thinking I’d be appalled.  No career, no master’s degree, no serious relationship… I would think I am aimless and lazy.  Then 24 year old Grizzly would kick 21 year old Grizzly’s ass.  I am happy.  I am content and pleased with where I am.  I am not 100% satisfied, I’m finding it shockingly difficult to find a second job where I can be a positive influence on people’s lives and I wish I could find a venue to team rope.  Yes I have made mistakes and sometimes made things more difficult than they need to be.  However I’ve always done what I thought was right..  As a teenager the twenties sound so old, 22 sounds so refined and grown up.  Not even close.  I’m amazed at anyone who has made major accomplishments in his or her twenties.  I feel like I’m just starting to really lay a foundation for the rest of my life, and maybe I’m a late bloomer, but I’d rather be late than pre-mature.



1. curtalfriar - February 3, 2010

Speaking as a 42 year older, you have plenty of time. Enjoy life, you only get one shot at it.

2. flandrumhill - February 4, 2010

As a young person you seldom hear of the freedom that comes with age, such as freedom from peer pressure, fashion and parents’ expectations. The biggest perk of getting older is getting the opportunity we get to better define ourselves with each passing day.

Don’t the more intricately formed leaf shapes bloom later than the simpler ones? Being a late bloomer has its advantages 🙂

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