Twenty Five

 

Being 25 is a scary thing. I remember being 18 and talking to my friend david and being all like “dude do people still go out when they’re old, like, 25” and david was like “yeah its totally fine you just go to fancier bars”. We laughed it off, then went back into greenwood the following Thursday to offer to buy girls vodka sunrises (that was totally a thing) in an effort to win them over following on from previous efforts on MSN. It kind of feels like when you get older you still do all this, but just swap the vodka sunrise to a vodka soda, change from greenwood to a more expensive smaller bar and replace MSN with Tinder. Tinder is kind of similar to how I used to use MSN, but instead of accusing each other of being the one to add the other one’s email, you both just mutually accept you swiped the same direction, even though one of you was probably just clicking yes on everything under the desk while bored at work. Also I kind of miss MSN, you’d randomly get thrown into giant conversations where you didn’t know half the people and you’d have to be the witty one which everyone would want to add after. That was like my time to shine. Sitting behind a computer sleep deprived with Counter Strike minimized & ready to go. I was in my zone. Now I just log onto Facebook and my newsfeed is just full of screenshots of weird things and a message like “this dog took a shit on this girl’s head. But her response will AMAZE you” and that’s no substitute at all. Fuck. I better go drink a $10 Balmain pale ale at a small bar to get over this (Although it is pretty much my favourite beer). The quarter life crisis is the one that always gets you.

 

– Lonely Kids Club