Trapped In The Margins

I feel invincible. Nothing can touch me now that I have left behind the awkwardness of my teen years. I have grown into the person that I want to be and there’s no one that can break my spirit. Life is good right now. I get to go out with my friends. Drink as much alcohol as I want. Sleep with whoever I want. Wear whatever I want. And do whatever I want.

The above is all the lies that I tell myself in order to fall asleep at night. The truth is that I am not invincible. I am stuck. Your 20s are even more awkward than your teen years because rebellion looks foolish. Talking back to your parents is childish. Living with your parents feels like a death sentence.

Your 20s are a balancing act. At age 20, you are halfway to 40. Your life is on an elevator that’s only going up. Wasn’t it just yesterday that you hit 16? No, it wasn’t. It was years ago. The “glory days” of high school are over. Yet, watching television makes high school seem perpetual. It’s true. High school never truly ends.

People continue to ask me what I want to do in life. I still have no concrete idea. I will be on my death bed and still not know the answer. One thing that I have learned is that no one really has the answer and they just act like they do.

I guess I have to take some acting classes.