Turning 25
It's a weird thing turning 25. I'm more or less half way through my roaring 20s, and I'm not too sure how I feel about that.
I'm also just coming off a 25th birthday extravaganza. Being 25, my goal was to have a great time with friends and drink nothing but high end alcohol. I most assuredly succeeded in the latter, and I'm told the former was accomplished as well.
As I reflect on what I've accomplished thus far, I find myself comparing my current situation to that of my friends. Particularly, I'm reminded of the 25th birthday celebration of my friend Oliver.
At 25, Oliver was living at home with his parents with no job, prospects, or reason to get up in the morning save setting the TiVo to record Star Trek: The Next Generation. We celebrated by going out for drinks at the Rock Bottom, a restaurant emblematic of where he was at that point in his life.
Now, he's in a master's program, living in Europe and attempting to pass as a Dutchman. He's come a long way. I would never have thought a man with that many glaring defects of character could have pulled it together, but here we are.
My point is this: there's still time to get it together. And once I figure out what "it" and "together" are, I'll be sure to blog about it.
I'm also just coming off a 25th birthday extravaganza. Being 25, my goal was to have a great time with friends and drink nothing but high end alcohol. I most assuredly succeeded in the latter, and I'm told the former was accomplished as well.
As I reflect on what I've accomplished thus far, I find myself comparing my current situation to that of my friends. Particularly, I'm reminded of the 25th birthday celebration of my friend Oliver.
At 25, Oliver was living at home with his parents with no job, prospects, or reason to get up in the morning save setting the TiVo to record Star Trek: The Next Generation. We celebrated by going out for drinks at the Rock Bottom, a restaurant emblematic of where he was at that point in his life.
Now, he's in a master's program, living in Europe and attempting to pass as a Dutchman. He's come a long way. I would never have thought a man with that many glaring defects of character could have pulled it together, but here we are.
My point is this: there's still time to get it together. And once I figure out what "it" and "together" are, I'll be sure to blog about it.
posted by Tom @ 4:00 PM
1 Comments:
At 2:34 PM,
Marisa said…
I'd say you have things pretty together, so I don't think there's much to worry about. If there's anything I've learned from my brief stint thus far in adulthood, it's that everyone's always envious of something everyone else has. As long as the envy doesn't turn to jealousy and inspires ambition, I don't think there's anything wrong with it.
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