I’m not at all in-tune with what my gut actually wants and craves, whether that be to indulge in something sweet or something more complex.
Self-criticism is common to us all, and if we’re constantly comparing ourselves to dubiously ‘perfect’ humans we’re only fueling that fire.
Exhaustion and indulgence do not make other people “bad,” so why must I color them that way for myself? This is what’s at my core these days, the question I can’t fully kick.
I think it is common for teens to want to push their damages under the rug, hoping that they’ll disappear. As I’ve grown older I’ve learnt that the most interesting, well-rounded people tend to pull them out, stare them boldly in the face, and, eventually, move on.
Trying to assign one lifestyle or worldview to an entire generation of people is bound to be faulty, but EliteDaily really wins the award for hitting the ball farthest out of the park. Actually, I’m not even sure they’re starting in the park—they’re somewhere far outside it, seemingly locked in the basements of their college frat house (a land where tales of Taylor Swift’s de-virginizer moonlight as worthwhile news).
The crux of it, in my opinion, is your knowing and proclaiming what you genuinely value and enjoy, rather than fashioning those traits around other people’s expectations.
There’s a problematic myth in society that simply because you’re a “nice” guy, you deserve rewards (usually in the form of sexual favors). When those rewards aren’t provided, we as women often get girlfriendzoned.
Today marks the one-year anniversary of Twenties Collective, and, as such, I’d like to send out a gigantic thank you to everyone who’s been reading my nonsense from day one.
More and more I am noticing how technology allows me to avoid more important pursuits and more enriching lines of thought. I can’t settle for denial any longer, so it’s time to make a change.