I’ve done everything in my power to resist it, but the signs are everywhere.
Somehow, someway, against all odds, I am growing up.
I just got a little dizzy typing those unholy four words.
I am in no way mature, but the changes from just a few short years ago are quite striking.
If 22-year-old me saw what he’d become at the age of 26 he’d probably try to kill himself. Well, first he would roll back over and sleep off his hangover until 3 pm, think about ending it all after seeing such a bleak future, decide that would require way too much work, play some video games instead, go party with friends and convince himself he is way too awesome to ever turn out so super lame.
WHY 22-YEAR-OLD ME HATES 26-YEAR-OLD ME
22: tight, vintage t-shirt picked up at the Salvation Army (the more obscure, the better), hemp necklace, jeans, studded belt, baseball cap. Would not be caught dead in preppy-like clothing
26: Something from American Eagle
22: For the summer job – old T-shirts and shorts. For radio/TV – long sleeve shirt and khakis
26: Shirt and tie
22: Constricting and lame
26: Classy and awesome
22: If not covered by a hat, I would attempt to spike my hair or attempt fun things like a mohawk. I would go from the extreme of quite shaggy to a close buzzcut randomly
26: Relatively short, rarely styled and definitely not adventurous
22: Constantly growing it out and loves the shaggy feel
26: Shave 1-2 times a week
22: Summer job that paid for beer during the school year and on-campus jobs with student-run radio, TV, and newspaper groups. Dreams of working in the media field and swears he could care less what he makes, as long as he’s happy.
26: Entering fourth year of “temporary” job that has nothing to do with my major. It’s pretty good pay, but I have no love for what I do.
22: Party as many nights as possible. The more people, the better. Loved playing beer pong and various other games. Would drink well into the morning on numerous occasions.
26: Party once-a-week (maybe). I prefer small, quieter settings with friends. Get tired by 2 am. Never play drinking games anymore.
26: Sometimes lasting two days
FEELINGS TOWARD AUTHORITY
22: DAMN THE MAN!
26: Yes, sir!
22: Tastes varied, but was a huge fan of punk (and related) music. I was always scouring the web for new, underground bands. Music was always downloaded illegally
26: Taste is still varied, but I am hopelessly out of the loop. Almost always buy music.
22: A great group of rowdy guys who were always looking to cause trouble
26: My dog
RECENTLY VISITED LOCALES
22: San Diego, New Orleans, Tampa
26: Work, Connecticut
EXTRA MONEY IN MY POCKET GOES TO…
22: Beer, concerts
26: Savings, but occasionally an unnecessary purchase.
26: More than zero
As you can see there a few instances where my inner 22-year-old still manages to shine through. I just hope he doesn’t continue to disappear