Barely Surviving Your Twenties

When I was younger I thought, like most dumb teenagers, that I would turn 18 and then BAM, I’d be an adult! And if I’m being honest I lived in that dumbass La La Land for awhile, it took me a few years to realize that I was actually in the “Jr Adult” stage of life. I was walking around talking about “I’m grown” while also having no idea what a 401K or a fixed interest rate was. Ok so, technically I’m still not super clear on the whole 401k thing is, but I do know that its like money for when I’m old, gotta afford my adult diapers and teeth glue somehow. #growth. Now I should have known that this stage existed cause when I was younger I was a huge Sims fan, and for all my other Simoholics out there you know that the stages of life were: Infant, toddler, Child, Teen, Young Adult , Adult, and then Elder. Of course, I’m not talking about the original sims games, in that game 2 sims kissed like 50 times and then bam a bassinet popped up, and then that bassinet magically turned in

I want to start off first by saying that of course rejection comes at any age, 20 somethings aren’t the only ones out here getting their hearts stomped on, so I do apologize if the title seems a bit ageist. But then again, my blog is called Barely Surviving your 20’s, soooo lets not be too sensitive 💜. Any way I’ve officially accepted I’m dying alone.  But that’s ok, cause I’m a young mom so I’ll just tag along with my kids when they’re in their 20’s, I’ll only be 40 something still droppin it low in the club. Or better yet my best friend is having a rough go at it too, so we can just drop it low together well into our 50’s. But for real I’m over the constant cycle. Meet someone, have a good time, feel like your connecting, come up with names for your future 2.5 kids, go a little psycho cause they’re shitty texters, and then *poof* they just disappear. Now, that specific series of event may just be my own personal hell, but you get my point. I was talking to a guy once w

I hate online dating, let me just start by putting that out there. I’ve bumbled, I’ve tindered and both times I feel like I’m in a toxic love hate relationship. The constant swiping and small talk is enough to drive anyone crazy. Thinking you’ve hit it off with someone, only to have that fade away a week later, and be right back into the swiping routine. Both apps are plagued with ghosts, catfish, and walking talking dick pics. Sure, there are some positives but since I hate it so much I’ll start out with the crazy ass experiences I’ve had so far. By far the craziest experience I’ve had was when I matched with a super cute guy on Bumble, I was hopeful we would match and excited when we did! I spent an honest 2 minutes trying to figure out how to start up a conversation and settled on a simple Hey with a waving emoji (yes it took me 2 minutes to come up with this, I don’t do well under pressure). Anyway, I was expecting to wait for a response but almost instantly saw those 3