So today is my birthday. I always loved my birthday and couldn’t wait for it for all the wrong reasons – couldn’t wait to see if anything fell out of my birthday cards to spend it on shite clothes I don’t need. Couldn’t wait to rip through presents to see what was inside. All of a sudden, this year I don’t care. I’m sorry but what the fuck? Why am I not an immature, selfish girl anymore? Is this adulting?
Before I write anymore there is a 83% chance I am about to have a mini breakdown writing this, so just bare with me. The very fact I have to now say mid to late twenties instead of early twenties knocks me over completely. I definitely have to tick a new age box when filling out forms now…
What happens when you turn 27? When I was younger the age 27 was the age I associated with girls who had purses full of credit cards, engagement rings, perfect jobs and big beautiful houses. Now that I am at that ‘scary’ age, what the hell was I thinking? There is something about the age 27 that makes me feel like I am being forced into being a grown up. Like, don’t get me wrong, I have my shit together enough – I live with my wonderful boyfriend (puke, sorry), I love my job and I love all my little hobbies and I am by all means happy, but what is it about being 27 that makes me feel inferior? Like, I still don’t feel like an adult but I guess I technically am.
Being 18 was amazing what with the whole I can drink legally thing. Being 21 was amazing as I was living away from home in Scotland, living my best life and again, can drink legally everywhere. If anything I felt more like an adult at 21 than I do now at 27. Maybe because I was single at 21 I felt a little more independent as opposed to now where I need to split that rent or else I would be eating ramen noodles all month.
There are certain things that I feel I just can’t get away with now that I am 27. I really can’t forget to make a payment on a card, I can’t go into my overdraft because that’s completely ‘irresponsible.’ Also, it’s not okay for me to not watch the news anymore. I don’t like watching it because it is just full of terrible news, but at a certain point it just isn’t funny that I don’t know what’s going on in the world.
I was in Tesco buying drink for my birthday, you know… my 27th. I wasn’t ID’d. I don’t look old, I don’t look young but I was still very offended when I didn’t get carded. Then I thought, I would have been over the moon when I wasn’t carded when I was younger, how can it irritate me now?
I think I am just pissed off that I can’t blame being young if something goes wrong. At a certain point, I need to take responsibility and unfortunately I think that’s now. I have been known to have a slightly self destructive pattern in the past however, instead of ruining lives I am now adulting hard and the only thing I really ruin are my plants. Seriously, I can’t keep those things alive and if anyone has any tips – other than simply watering them – please let me know.
I mean, I have learned a lot in the last 27 years most of which I documented in another post 26 things. 26 years. and I am so thankful for that as it has made me who I am today bla bla bla but unfortunately, I think that that has made me an adult.
Also, what’s with having more money when you’re still in school than now?
start to chip away, etc. In the days leading up to nail day when you wash your hair there is no feeling more horrid that having a great time feeling like a Herbal Essence advert when AGH there it is… your hair gets tangled underneath your nail extension, then you have to drag it out with a harsh slam back into reality standing there in your own damn shower. Worth it. Long nails forever.
Amy Savage 