Barely Surviving Your Twenties

I have a lot of friends…. Actually let me rephrase. I have a lot of people, whom I've met through various life events with which I struggle to stay in contact. And most of these "friends" have really interesting and spectacular hobbies and passions. They range from all around awesome, all the way down to normal but still pretty interesting. I have an old middle school classmate who has always been an amazing artist and now she’s becoming an amazing architect. My baby daddy is a great golfer, self-taught at that, and extremely passionate about comedy and Improv. Some people are exceptionally gifted at sports, cooking/baking, and other crafty shit. I even have some friends who are world class turn up queens, and I give credit where credit is due, so Chrissy I see you boo, Gold star for you! But then you have people who are like me. I have 2 talents, 1) being perfectly average at a lot of different stuff that has no substantial value on my life, and 2) quitting th

For me being a 20 something has proven to be quite the challenge. I find myself feeling too old for “kid shit” and too young for “adult shit”. Like old enough to file taxes, but not old enough to keep receipts all year or actually understand how that shit work (thank god for TurboTax). I feel like the middle child of age groups, the group that society (our figurative parents) leaves alone to figure it out, while doting on the children and making sound excuses for the erratic behavior of our older siblings, the real adults, blaming their failures on “midlife crisis” and describing their successes as “adulting”. I’m 23, am I supposed to be partying, drinking and hooking up, or getting a jump start on my 401k and learning about investments. Am I supposed to fight to the death for the relationship I’m in now and strive for longevity, or follow advice a semi-wise, slightly crazy, woman once gave me and “date em all”? Am I supposed to choose now to follow my dreams, or relax and binge