A 20-something's bullshits

Yeah, that's how I'm talking about me, myself, my generation. 20-something, yet I usually use the term for people between the age of 22 - 25, they're my 20-something people. And, I don't even create that term, I stole it from the internet.

The good thing about being a 20-something: You can never tell what will happen to you!

and its bad side: You can never tell what will happen to you!

22, is the average age when you finish your college, full of energy, and ready to set sail and catch your dream.You don't really give a damn about the consequence since you believe eveything just happens once in a lifetime, it's either now or never.

At 25, after of 3 years of sailing, getting beaten up several times, learning a bunch of lessons and seeing life is not like what you've dreamed of, you grow your experience, you don't make stupid decision, your adventurous blood somehow runs cold. After being hurt, you're afraid of the pain. You became more cautious, yet the young man in you still pushes you forward, you still move, but this time with your mind is fully awared (maybe, who can tell!).

(Don't judge me through this part. It's just my thought, I'm not even 25 yet, just feelings I have felt all over my years of growing older-but-no-wiser!)

I love my unplanned traveling when I ran through the streets of Singapore to catch a bus to Malaysia, walking on the street of Kuala Lumpur alone at 4 am to find a hostel and afraid of being robbed... I'm not sure I still have the guts to do all that shits when I turned 30, with enough money in my bank account (hopefully). Maybe by that time I will still travel alone but with a careful plan, or just simply pick a travel agency, book some good hotel in advance and enjoy the luxurious yet boring services they bring. Suddenly you will hear your body says "i'm too old for this stuff" but your pride yells "fuck that shit" and you eventually find yourself regret not listening to your body, but it may worth the try.

As a 20 something former art student, I have a lot of bullshits, thoughts and doubts about life, love, world peace, my existence or simply the goddamn universe. Sometimes I wish i was not that sensitive, not enough to be an emo, but more that just enough to enter my favorite depressive philosophy mode when I watch a chick flick romance, hear a heart broken song or read a cheesy novel. The situation is always not as bad as it seems, or maybe it's not even like that, but then i overthink it, and get depressed in the end! Lesson for life: Ignorance is bliss. Easy to remember, but hard to do.

As a 20 something experiencing life, I ran into several paradoxes. I hate something people do to me, but I also realize I do the same thing to the others, like I hate it when I text people asking for things and they don't reply, or people who keeps on texting asking nonsense stuffs like "what are you doing?"... Unless those texts are from people I like, or my real friends, I sheldomly reply. I guess it's karma. Always tell myself: Treat people the way you want to be treated, but keep failing!

Okay, that's enough bullshits for today. Actually I want to write more but I don't know how to continue. Yeah, another paradox of the youth!