Twenty-two: the annoying age where everyone and their brother quotes that stupid Taylor Swift song that goes like "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22." Being 21, you feel like you are on top of the world. You beg to be carded so you can prove that you are old enough to be purchasing the choice of drink you want. Then you turn another year older and for what? You feel old! Like, not another year older, but like, I need to stay home and go to bed at seven o'clock old. You don't hit any more milestones like when you turned 16 or 18. Twenty-two—it's over. Done. You have nothing else to look forward to age-wise. You just now are going to age like everyone else and hope that you age like fine wine.
You beg that you aren't carded because you are annoyed that you have to get in your wallet and pull out the ID picture you probably hate by now, and you are literally so over the fact that you are being carded because you have been for a year. It has lost its appeal. I know people should be excited to be another year older, but honestly, when I turned, 22 I was upset.
I should be looking forward to getting older and graduating soon, but I'm not. Getting older is terrifying because then you are getting more and more responsible for yourself. You will be starting your life soon, completely away from you family and the life you knew. Yeah, college starts to give you that freedom, but pretty soon, you will be responsible for you with health care and cell phone bills. That just all scares me to no end.
I know. I know. I sound like such a downer, but I guess turning 22 really put life into perspective. I am getting older, and I will have to start being an adult. My life is beyond amazing right now, and I have zero reasons to not enjoy every single day of my life. It was just the day of turning another year older that just threw everything off because it had finally set in that age is inevitable. I won't be like my teenage fantasy Edward Cullen and never age. I will eventually get saggy.
Turning 22, you are still young, so go out and enjoy your life. Go celebrate like you turned 21 again. Go crazy and be wild because honestly, you will not get these years back. This article started off as the idea of what the actual point was to being 22, but after I ranted about it, I realized that it could be worse. So I went and celebrated and had an amazing time being the age that I was. But heads up, turning 23 might be a completely different story. I may have to sit on the floor of my house, eat some Ben & Jerry's, and literally cry my eyes out. But that is simply because I will be graduating in a matter of months, not because I am even older... or is it?
