Another year older, another year wiser.
Sort of. When I was younger, a 24 year old person was a fully-fledged adult with responsibilities, knowledge of taxes, a home-owner, a parent, a professional. At 24, I am of course none of the aforementioned. It seems as though I'm trapped in the body of an adult with the mentality of a 16 year-old. Perhaps, mentally, we never really grow up, but I suppose there have been some changes. 1. You're surprised you still get spots. You thought you'd outgrow them after puberty, but no. It seems unfair to be using anti-wrinkle cream AND spot-fighting ointments (also, ointments. What a great word). 2. At some point, you kind of grow out of that 'high school stage'. You really don't care about people liking you or that your circle of friends is small. Gone are the days of attempting to be 'trendy'. You're all about the comfort now. You shop solely based on how soft things are. It's a way of life now. Embrace it. 3. If you were to audition for the X Factor prior to series 7, you'd only have one year left to audition before being cast into the Overs category. Which, in layman terms, means the music industry deems you old. 4. Speaking of old, you're roughly 6 years older than most of the teen-boppers on a night out. Also, you can now refer to said-teen-boppers as such because you're older now, and you can look back with fond recollection at your youth. Being ID'd is the highlight of your night. Nay, year. Nay, life. 5. Your metabolism just isn't what it used to be. It sucks. 6. You've finally found 'your drink'. Because you've been drinking for so long, you've probably worked out what tastes the best, gives you the best buzz and the least amount of hangover. And shocker, the answer isn't the £4 litre bottle of cider you thought was the best thing since sliced bread when you were younger. All in all, I think what I'm most surprised about is that I don't feel old but I definitely feel older, if that makes any sense at all. I feel as though 24 marks a new era, a new age group, and one that I'm just not mentally prepared for. And in just one year, I'll turn 25. A quarter of a century old. I'll have already lived 25% of my life, presuming I make it to 100. That's a scary thought. I don't feel mature enough to have ploughed through a quarter of my life already. Perhaps I'll grow up next year. Maybe.
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