Have you ever had that moment in life when you look around, and everybody is moving forward, and it's so great.  Until you look at your own life and realize you've accomplished NOTHING.  

Okay, maybe I'm being a bit dramatic, but being 22 is hard.  I thought I'd have a degree by now, dating someone seriously, and planning my imaginary best friend's baby shower (you know, the best friend you share everything with, that you go everywhere with.  Like, Lizzie McGuire and Miranda Sanchez, or Rachel, Monica, and Phoebe.  Or Lucy and Ethel, Laverne and Shirley,  Tootie and Natalie).  

Instead, I am still working towards my ASSOCIATES degree (I'm just now becoming a college sophomore, and I've gone 4 semesters).   I have never been on a date (I almost cry just waiting on a guy at the Coffeehouse), and my Ethel is nowhere to be found.  Don't get me wrong, I have my sister (who is my best friend) and some other great friends, but not my Ethel.  Where's my Ethel?!

It's just irritating.  Literally everyone around me is married, married and pregnant, pregnant (awkward), or instead spent their time going towards a bachelors degree and having a good job.  All of these things are great, and I'd take one or all of them for myself if I could (well maybe not the baby thing yet, I want to travel too much).  

It's not that I don't want people to have happy lives, or that I want to go out and get married tomorrow and have a baby.  No, I'm not really interested in that to be honest (at this moment).  It's just that I want to have something I have succeeded at, I want my own success story.  I want a goal reached.  It's not helpful when all my friends have at least one part of their life together, and I'm just sitting over here like a log balanced on the edge of a cliff.  

And honestly, I want some friends I can relate to more.   They are planning their weddings, and I'm calculating how much a trip to Disney World would be.   And all the ones who are pregnant right now, or who have babies, are  all bonding and picking out nursery stuff...while I sit over in the corner and pretend to be texting another friend (my mom counts!).   Or they are talking about their careers, and I'm just like, hey, I work at a coffeehouse!

I just feel stuck in a rut.  Working at my parents coffeehouse, taking one or two classes a semester, and mainly hanging out at my apartment with Pinterest.  It's just not what I pictured for myself.

I totally hope you get my point and don't think this post is dramatic and sad, because I'm not meaning for it to be.  I'm just FRUSTRATED and I know there has to be someone else out there like me.  The odd ball.  The one who is taking a little longer to figure crap out.

Well, thanks for listening to my rant.  Quit judging me.  I said quit!

- Tiffany Blair
 





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