I turned 27 today. Fuck. Growing up I had always thought that my life would end up falling into place as I had wanted it to. If my life were to be what I had "planned" when I was a senior in high school I would be; graduated from college, have a career, married, have at least 1 kid, own a house, and be living the perfect life. Well as of April 30th 2009 I have accomplished one of those, I graduated college. I have no idea where my life is headed and I am nowhere near getting married. I really don't even talk to girls What is a girl? More importantly where do I meet them? Plus I tend to date sluts. Not by choice. Over the last 8-9 months I have gone from being happy that I finally graduated to being frustrated in not being able to land a job with the various places I applied (most of them I did not have enough experience. No shit I was in college) to finally realizing that this is it, this is life. No one ever said that you had to get married or own a house by a certain age. I am realizing that these are goals of mine and that I will get there but I am taking the long road. Some people get there sooner than others, but at this point in time I believe that I do not have that because I am not quite ready for all of "it". When will I be? No clue, but it is on my to-do list. Along with applying to go back to school and starting my own business by the end of the year. We will see what happens.
Like my little brother said to me today, "20 is the new 30, oh wait 30 is the new 20, or whatever the fuck it is."