Trying to Find the “Perfect Fit”

The universe is really testing me, lately.

finally hear back from a job in New York City, get all excited and prepared for the on-campus interview, and then when I make it on campus, within the first two minutes, I know it’s not the right fit for me. And to be honest, I knew it from the very first email that was sent to me. Call it intuition…?

Regardless, it wasn’t for me. And even though I already knew it before I even stepped foot on campus, I was still disappointed. There I was, in this absolutely gorgeous area of NYC, with everything else a perfect fit, except the actual job I was interviewing for.

Such is life, right?

Surprisingly, when I was telling people about my experience afterwards, the most common questions was, “Would you still take the job if they offered it?”

…what? I don’t understand. Weren’t you listening? I said it wasn’t a good fit, so why would I take it?

[Now, I understand that there is one caveat in this story: adulting. Ugh, it’s the worst. So yes, I understand that reasons why I would take the job include: a competitive salary, a benefits package, insurance, and for no other reason, being offered a job when my current job will be ending very soon. I get all of that. But for the purpose of this blog post, all of that is null and void].

I think that’s one of the biggest differences between our generations today. i.e.:

My dad: Take the job! It’s money! A job is a job! Money is money!
Me: [whiny voice] But it’s not what I love to do!!!!!!

And so on and so forth.

But I’ve been thinking – life is like a shopping spree. Think of your favorite store. Everything always fits perfectly, the price is right. Sometimes, life will be like that. The jackpot. You got the job, you were promoted, you found the love of your life, etc. But then think of your least favorite store – the one you don’t even bother going in…yeah, that one. Nothing ever fits, it’s too expensive, the staff aren’t very nice. Sometimes, life can be like that, too.

Except with life, you don’t really have a choice about which store to walk into.

EXCEPT! And here’s the catch: we do have a choice. We, as humans, have free will and human agency. Aka, the ability to make choices, even in the face of whatever predestined fate there may or may not be.

So, for a very real example, the other day I decided to walk into H&M, which, is usually my jackpot store. But that day, everything seemed to be off. Nothing was fitting right, I wasn’t finding any good sales. I was just about done and ready to walk out of the store when I saw this amazing summer shirt that I fell in love with. Short-sleeved, button down, light blue and navy trims…but of course, the small was too small and the medium was too big, and I just hated it. You all know the feeling, right?

And here’s where I actually get to the point, so get ready.

That H&M shirt didn’t fit, so I didn’t buy it. Why would I? It’s like everything else in life. Does it fit? No? Then forget about it.

Jobs, relationships, friendships, hobbies, activities…literally anything. Why do we spend so much time trying to make things fit into our lives that we don’t even want there in the first place? It’s like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole.

And as my love, role model, inspiration, and sunshine goddess Tori Kelly sings, “It’s just the art of letting you go.” Letting go is an art form. And sometimes, we just need to learn to let go of an opportunity. A friendship. A hobby. Because even though it may be amazing for someone else, if it’s not the right fit for you, than it’s not right. Period.


Twentysomething: The Years of Limbo

Never before in my life have I ever been in a place that is so completely and utterly contradicted. I am a student, but I’m also a staff member. I’m young, but I’m also a professional. Being 25 has spurred this new feeling of adulthood that I didn’t even know was capable. Because yes, at 24, I really thought I had everything figured out for the rest of my adult future.

Not surprisingly, I was wrong.

I am walking around in living contradictions and I am finding myself constantly pulled in every which way. Graduation is in twelve days and I am trying so incredibly hard to be excited, but it also makes me emotional and frustrated and sad and it is just a whole roller coaster full of emotions.

Lately at work, I’ve been receiving a lot of emails from students that don’t really know me that well, addressed to “Mr.” or “Sir.” I have to do a double take around my office to make sure they are talking to me. I get the respect thing, but damn how old do they think I am?!

Meanwhile, I’ll go to my part-time job at Starbucks in the same day, and have all the old ladies come in and tell me how young I am. Or the other day, a middle-aged man came in and called me “bud.” …which immediately resulted in some major side eye, but that’s beside the point.

We are young. We feel old.
We are old. We feel young.

It’s this perpetual state of limbo…at least, for the next few years.

This sense was especially heightened this past weekend, going back to Geneseo for alumni weekend. Walking around campus, I felt like a creepy old man, and everyone around me looked like a child. Granted, even though I am only a (small) handful of years older than everyone else on campus, it feels like the life experiences I’ve had in the past three years have shot me straight into adulthood without ever wanting to look back.

Avenue Q sings about this phenomena perfectly: “But if I were to go back to college, think what a loser I’d be. I’d walk through the quad and think ‘oh my God…’ these kids are so much younger than me.”

And that’s exactly how I feel about everything lately. I feel like I’m too young to fall in love and get married and have kids, but I’m too old to be irresponsibly meeting all these random people for relationship-type things. I’m too young to be in constant career-mode, but I’m too old to ignore the impending jobless/homeless future after graduation.

So how are we expected to live ten years of our lives in this twentysomething limbo?

My best advice? Enjoy the present moment. I know, it’s easier said than done. But it’s true. I’ve heard so many people that just wish they could go back to college, or just be 19 again…but there are struggles that also come along with those times. And on the flip side, “I just want to be thirty, flirty, and thriving!” Sure, I totally understand that. But you could also end up thirty, dirty, and homeless. You just never know…so why hope for something that may or may not happen? Why not try to be twentysomething, flirty, and thriving? I know it’s not as catchy, and it doesn’t rhyme, but why wait to start your life? Your time is now. No more excuses.

I miss college because I miss having a group of friends. I miss college for the social aspect. I miss college because I was learning about so many cool things. I miss college because I was always meeting a bunch of cool new people.

Here’s the secret: I can still do all of those things, today, right now. There really is no point in wishing in what was, or in hoping for what is not. While we’re all in this twentysomething limbo, we might as well make something out of it, and enjoy it in the best way we know how.

Twentysomething…For Now

“Maybe you’ll never find your purpose. Lots of people don’t.”
“But then, I don’t even know why I’m alive!”
“Well, who does, really?”

There is so much truth in this. Really though, who does? Especially as a twentysomething. Finding your purpose seems like an insurmountable task, and if you are fortunate enough to think you’ve found yours, hold onto it forever and never let it go.

This past week, I went to go see Avenue Q. And just like every other musical I ever see, I over analyze and try to find the deeper meaning. And sure enough, I found one in this song, “For Now.”

The show follows Princeton, who graduated with an English degree, moves to Avenue Q, and is looking for his purpose. He’s lost himself a bit since graduating college, and makes a few mistakes along the way. Sound familiar? Yeah…this character’s name should really be Michael…

In the end, the cast sings, “For Now,” which is a reminder of just how temporary everything in life truly is. Your stress? Only for now. Feeling discomforted? Only for now. Your hair? It’s only here for now.

This song really resonated with me, especially at this point in my life, where I feel like every single aspect of my life is overwhelming. End of semester things at work, dumb final projects, graduation, moving to a new city, still looking for jobs…it’s just, endless. Or so it seems. But listening to this closing song, I was ready to burst into tears of joy because I was reminded that this phase of my life is really only here for now. All this pressure and stress will be over soon. And hell, I might as well try to enjoy whatever time I have left here.

“Nothing lasts, life goes on, full of surprises. You’ll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes. You’re going to have to make a few compromises…for now.”

Right now, I am in the realization phase that I may have to make a few compromises. You can’t do it all, people, no matter how hard you try. I had this same revelation when I was 19, a sophomore in college…you think I would’ve learned by now? Also, PS, that was SIX years ago. Ew.

But here’s the thing, I feel like it’s impossible for me to devote 100% of my time to friends, family, relationships, job search, current job, grad school, part-time jobs…oh yeah, and the essentials: eating and sleeping. Neither of which I’ve been doing very much of lately. I have to make some compromises. And I’m done compromising the things that keep me healthy. Aka, eating and sleeping. So maybe it’s getting a B on a paper instead of staying up all night to finish it. Or maybe it’s delegating tasks, or leaving work at a relatively on-time time, and knowing that all those emails will still be there tomorrow.

What are your compromises? Either way, it’s only for now. Grad school and my current job are only for now…very literally speaking. Once those two end, there’ll be more time to focus on the job search. More time to refocus myself. And for now, that’s the compromise.

“Don’t stress, relax, let life roll off your backs. Except for death and paying taxes everything in life is only for now!”

There are some things I just can’t avoid, like the things so clearly stated in this song: death and paying taxes. And considering Tax Day just passed, I am VERY familiar with the twentysomething struggle of paying taxes. It’s kind of like, no matter how much you love your job, you still find yourself saying, “TGIF!” after a long week.

It’s speaking about the present moment. I may not know what my next step is, what I’m going to be doing or where, but that confusion is only for now. And for now, I’m going to try my best to live every day here, in the present, for now.



After Twentysomething Years, I’m Finally Standing Up

I wasn’t going to write about this. I didn’t want to “shove it in everyone’s faces.” I didn’t think it related to being a twentysomething. I’ve always been cautious about sharing any of my political views. But these are the facts.

  1. Last week, I attended my first ever rally for a presidential candidate, and
  2. Today, I attended my first ever peaceful protest against a presidential candidate

Why am I sharing? Well, last night at work, a friend said to me, “I’m 23 now…and I feel like everything is changing.” I asked him why. “Because when you’re 23, you have to start making all of these really big life decisions that actually matter in your life.”

Which is why, after twentysomething years, I am finally standing up for social justice. A reporter at the protest today asked me, “Why did you decide to show up today?” The answer was simple. “I’m tired of being silent. I’m no longer able to not show up.”

A lot of people I talked to were afraid to go to a Trump protest. It makes sense. The videos I’ve seen are all terrifying…not only what Trump says, but even more so, what the people at the rallies believe to be true. I used to think it was a lack of education, or sheer ignorance. But I’ve learned that it isn’t a lack of education, it’s a lack of positive experiences with others who are different from themselves. Maybe they’ve never met a gay man who treated them with respect, or they’ve only ever seen the stereotypes. But when a gay man is standing on the street (read: me) in a peaceful, nonviolent manner, holding a sign that says, “Stick with Love,” maybe that’s the positive experience that they need. Maybe not, but maybe.

Dr. Martin Luther King preached six principles on nonviolence. The first, and the one that resonated with me the most today, reads, “Nonviolence is the way of life for courageous people.” This work is not easy, and it can be scary. But writing this blog, I am really proud of the people at that protest in a way that I have never felt about this community before.

Overall, the response was positive. People honked their horns in agreement, waved, gave us the thumbs up, cheered us on. It really was very encouraging, and I felt supported. The marchers were the ones who were standing up for what they believe it, standing up for what was right. It’s okay if not everyone was alongside us. Maybe that’s not where everyone is at in terms of their own inner activist. It took me 25 years to get to that place where I could hold a sign and march through town to peacefully protest a cause I know is right.

Don’t get me wrong…we definitely got some resistance. “Fuck you!” and “Trump 2016!” were popular choices. A few middle fingers.

But even in the face of resistance, change is still necessary, and growth through resistance is possible. As always, I have some helpful tips to share.

  1. Find a cause (and an opportunity) that you are passionate about.
    • Maybe it took me 25 years to jump into the activist world because I maybe knew a cause, but didn’t have the opportunity, or vice versa. This peaceful protest combined a social issue that I am passionate about with an opportunity to stand up.
  2. Educate yourself.
    • It’s easier to show up and stand up for what you believe in when you are more familiar with the cause.
  3. Find your sources of strength and bravery.
    • As Dr. King said, nonviolence is the way of life for courageous people. Know your sources of it – whether it’s friends, family, inner-strength. You will need it. The road to justice is long and arduous, but worth every step.

So like my friend said, 23 is when you make a lot of your biggest life choices. And even though I’m 25, I had to ask myself to make a choice…which side of history do I want to stand on?

Wake Up, Sleeping Beauty

“Things have a way of falling into place every time I have moved toward the things in my heart.”

This past week, I’ve been emailing back and forth with a few Selma friends, and they have this incredible way of slipping in little life lessons like the one above that are so incredibly inspiring, but also, terrifying.

Last night, I had a Disney movie marathon. I watched Sleeping Beauty for the first time! But watching Disney movies as a twentysomething is so different than how I remember them as a child. “A dream is a wish your heart makes.” And as a 5-year-old, it sounds so beautiful and hopeful and poetic. As a 25-year-old, there’s a large part of me that wants to say, “Shut the eff up, Disney” because I think it’s unrealistic, unattainable, and complicated.

But, does it have to be that way? What if we lived life in such a way that was a dream, because our heart wished for it? Or if we all moved toward the things in our heart?

It had me thinking a lot this week – what happened between the 5-year-old Disney movie viewer and the 25-year-old? Why is my perspective on life so much different? What happened to make me believe that I can’t follow my heart? Or that “following your heart” is such a silly, childish thing?

I could rant and rave all day about society and how societal standards have been pushed down onto all of us. For example, I’ve always thought about getting my ears pierced, but never did because 1. It is seen as ‘unprofessional’ and 2. ‘Men don’t have their ears pierced.’ So last week, I said “eff this,” and walked down the street and got my ears pierced. Boom. Take that, society.

But really, I think a lot of us live in this kind of way. We’re alive, but do we thrive? What’s holding us back from living a life that is just 100% pure joy, following our hearts? Yeah, yeah, I know. Life is complicated. There are some realities that get in the way.

Like, for example, when my contract is up in July, I will have no source of income. I need a job for financial security. That is a reality. And as much as I would love to “follow my heart” and just sit in a coffee shop and write all day long, that’s not financially feasible…right?

Here’s my Sleeping Beauty theory on following your heart.

Sleeping Beauty asleep

  1. Ignorance is bliss. 
    • Before my trip to Selma, I was on track to head to NYC and work in higher education and live happily every after until the day I die. And then I went to Selma, where someone told me to follow my heart, and all of a sudden, my ignorance was ripped away, and I was no longer living this blissful, peaceful idea of what I thought my life should’ve been like. In other words, I woke up.
  2. Exhaustion is real, and it ain’t pretty.
    • Okay, so I’ve awakened. I realize that there is a greater purpose in my life. But I have no effing idea how to get there, what to do, when, with who, etc. And I feel like all of these questions have an impending timeline. So when people ask me how I’m doing, it takes every ounce of self-control to stop myself from saying, “MY LIFE IS OUT OF CONTROL!!!!”
  3. Watch out for nonbelievers.
    • Some folks don’t believe in true love. Some people think following your heart is silly. You could listen to them (and be pricked by a spinning wheel) or you could listen to your heart, follow what you believe to be true, and lead yourself.
  4. Know your supports.sleeping-beauty-faries
    • I wouldn’t even be thinking about this right now if I didn’t have people who loved and cared about me in my life. I am so incredibly grateful for literally everyone I met in Selma and went on that trip with, because they have been my direct source of inspiration in following my own heart.

The one question I have though, after all this, is what do you really want? Deep down, in your core, what is your heart telling you?

In Another Town

Who are you?

That was the question that was asked to me for my most recent job interview. “Make a 15 minute presentation that answers the question, ‘Who are you? Personally and professionally?'”

Well, damn. How do I answer that? I know who I am, or so I thought, but I think like many of us, I just get so wrapped up in the day to day life, that I often forget to sit and reflect on who I am as a person.

As many of you know, this past week I was doing a bit of travelling. I had an interview at NYU, but made a pit stop in Albany to visit some family. So within the past weekend, I was in New York, Albany, and now Buffalo. And it was bizarre. I felt as if I was living three separate, very different lives.

In New York, I felt like the person I wanted to be. I was dressed to the nines in my stylish new suit,  I was wearing my favorite pair of dress shoes, I was making my way up and downtown via subway and cab, and meeting so many incredible people. All in the span of one overnight trip.

In Albany, at home, I always find myself in this strange role. Does anyone else feel that way? Even though I’m 25 years old, and basically a full adult, I still find myself molding into my old high school self.

And then now, here I am…back in Buffalo, writing this blog post. Today is great – I’m surrounded by friends “doing work” [hey, friends], but in general, I’m not the most thrilled to be back. There are only a few months left, and I will definitely miss some people here, but especially after such an amazing trip to New York, I’m kind of just ready to be there.

But that got me thinking.

In general, I used to think that no matter what setting, I was just myself. The same Michael, regardless of the situation or the people I was around. But I’ve been realizing lately that I am different…not necessarily around different people, but definitely in other places.

At home, I’m happy. It’s good to be home. But my role is very different. In Buffalo, it’s cool…but it’s not the place for me, and my happiness level has plateaued here. And then, visiting a completely new city in hopes of potentially moving there, I realized I am a completely different person. I felt complete in a way. I had the time to be with really good friends that I missed a whole lot, while also feeling fulfilled in (hopefully) doing really well in the interview. I just felt that, for the first time, I was living the life that I wanted. This potential job would be amazing, having a consistent group of friends and social supports would also be great, and on top of it all, I was meeting so many new people that I would love to get to know even more.

In another town, I am the same person. In another town, I felt completely different.

“Maybe you just need a change of scenery,” some people have said. But I’m always torn by that. Do I really just need a change of scenery, or am I just running away from a life that I am not completely happy with, and haven’t necessarily put in the effort to make any better?

Who am I? That is a really great question. And through this visiting of other towns, I’ve learned a lot about myself, especially considering that this next step in particular will be choosing the next significant part of my life. I’ve learned that I am someone who needs social support in my life. AKA, friends. I can’t move to another new place where I don’t know anybody and hope for the best. I’ve learned that my next job is important, but it’s not the most important thing. And maybe most importantly, I’ve learned that no matter where I go, I am still myself.

So, regardless the all the other towns, who are you?



Here’s to All the Single Ladies

Happy Valentine’s Day, all my twentysomething friends! A day of love, beauty, romance, flowers, and chocolate. Or, a day for solo wine binges, Netflix, and internal sobs. In my basic understanding of relationships, there are three options.

  1. Taken
  2. Single
  3. It’s complicated 

This year, I find myself in the second category: single. And no, this blog post is not a plea to all the single attractive people out there. Although, if anyone cute is reading this, my number is 518-27…okay, wait, just kidding.

My question for all my single friends: why can’t we have both types of Valentine’s Days? I want the love, flowers, chocolates, AND solo wine binges and Netflix. The internal sobs can stay at home this year, because:


So this year, if you are single and not-ready-to-mingle, or maybe you are ready but want to have a nice Valentine’s Day for yourself, I say go for it. And here are a few ideas:

  1. The Traditional
    • Indulge yourself in all the typical Valentine’s Day treats. Buy yourself a beautiful bouquet of roses (or any flowers, really…pick your favorite)! Buy a box of chocolates for yourself and don’t feel guilty about eating half of it in one sitting. Maybe if you’re feeling extra fancy, prepare a gourmet meal for one, get dressed up, and treat yourself to a glass of wine and a good book while eating your specially-prepared-for-you-by-you meal.
  2. The Date Night
    • Who says you can’t take yourself out? Pick your favorite restaurant, or a new restaurant you’ve been meaning to try. Order your favorite thing from the menu, and don’t even think twice about ordering dessert. You deserve it. Afterwards, check the local movie times and go to a movie. Yes, by yourself. I know it can be awkward at first, but I’ve done it, and it’s actually a refreshing change of pace. Pick out a ridiculously overpriced snack, sit back in the seat, and enjoy a movie on you.
  3. The Buy-My-Love
    • Alicia Keys sings, “Some people want diamond rings…but everything means nothing, if I ain’t got you.” I love me some Alicia Keys, but let me tell you, everything does mean something, with or without this ever-elusive “you” figure. Now, as twentysomethings, we may not be able to treat ourselves to a diamond ring. But take yourself to the mall and go on a mini shopping spree. A little retail therapy never hurt anyone.
  4. The Stay-In Valentine 
    • Crowds aren’t your thing? I totally understand, especially when you know everyone else will be partnered off. Sometimes, it’s better to just avoid it. In this case, tonight is the perfect night to search the “RomCom” category on Netflix, or hit up the local Red Box (do they even have those anymore?). Anyway, stay in and do you! Dress in the comfiest pair of pajamas you have, puffy socks, cushy slippers…the whole deal. Make yourself some hot cocoa and curl up on the couch.
  5. The Anti-Valentine
    • Okay, so I have to admit, Valentine’s Day isn’t for everyone. There are even married people I know who’ve said, “We don’t really do Valentine’s day.” That’s cool, too. So, in that case, just keep living your life. Why is being single any harder on this day than on any other day of the year? As far as I know, there is no research that states that there are more couples on Valentine’s Day than on any other day, so just keep doing you. Do your laundry, go grocery shopping, and just live your regular Sunday best.


Regardless of your plans for today, I’m  wishing you all much blog love, as I, a single man, will probably choose a combination of all of these ideas for today.


A Taste of Life: Tapas Style

Hello from Barcelona! I am posting this ~special edition~ twentysomething post all the way from Spain, my first ever international post. My parents decided to treat the family to a sure-to-be-amazing European vacation, cruising our way through the waters to explore cities in Spain, Italy, and France. I wasn’t sure if I’d even have wifi to post this week (which was making me anxious as it was), but here I am! And considering my special location this week, I wanted to make sure it was something relevant to the trip.

I’ve been in Spain less than 24 hours at this point, and I already feel like I could write a novel about it. Everyone looks like they’ve stepped out of an H&M catalog. The European architecture sprawls up into every corner of every building for blocks and blocks. In Barcelona, I haven’t done much except stare in awe at the beauty and amazement of being in Europe. The highlight was walking around an open market for hours…fresh fruits, thinly sliced meats, brightly colored bouquets of flowers, and the chattering chattering of so many languages around us. Being in a new country allows you to notice things that you’ve never really noticed before—in particular, languages, people, and foods.

Tonight for dinner, the family was looking for two things:

  1. Somewhere inside to escape the “winter” cold in Spain, and
  2. Something authentically Spanish

Surprisingly, the first criteria was more difficult to find than the second. And although we were tempted more than once by “Hard Rock Café: Barcelona,” we decided against it for a two-story tapas restaurant glowing bright with hanging lights and cheering soccer fans crowded around the inside bar.

There was only one problem: no one in our family had ever had tapas before. We didn’t know how it worked, how to order, what to order, how much to order, etc. etc. The only “tapas” we had ever had was the appetizer platter from Applebee’s, and that doesn’t really count. And our selection was so drastically different than the usual mozzarella stick and potato skin. We were so confused, we almost walked out of the restaurant. How many Italians does it take to figure out a plate of tapas…?

Anyway, we ended up staying and enjoyed a random little assortment of authentic Spanish tapas (I use the word “enjoy” lightly, here). And as a true twentysomething blogger,  I was thinking: “What can I write about for tomorrow’s post?” And it hit me then. Living a twentysomething life is a lot like going to a tapas restaurant for the first time.

  1. At first, you have no idea what you’re doing.
  2. You’re waiter is supposed to be helping you, but at the end of the day, you have to be the one to make your own decisions.
  3. You’re overwhelmed by the choices in front of you (all of which have equal potential to be both amazing and dreadful).
  4. When you are unsure about something, it’s easier to talk through it with the people sitting around the table.
  5. Trying new things can be an exciting new adventure, but it can also leave you hungry and wanting more.
  6. Don’t give up on something after one time.

I think these Tapas Life Tips are useful to anyone, not just those in their twenties, but I thought they were especially useful and relevant to those of us who still feel like we may be trying to “figure it out.”

I like the idea of tapas more than I think I like actual tapas. In my mind, appetizer-type foods are meant to be before a big meal, not actually the meal itself. BUT I’m glad that we at least tried it. And now, having had an authentic tapas experience, I would be much more likely to try it again. I guess that speaks to life a bit, doesn’t it?

Adulting is Hard…and Other Tales

I’ve noticed something.

Being a twentysomething is only a phase. You’re probably thinking, Duh, Michael…did you think you would be a twentysomething forever?! Okay, well let me tell you…it FEELS like forever. Not that I’m rushing it, by any means, but to me, being a twentysomething means more than just being between the ages of 20 and 29. With that identity comes a sense of limbo, and that’s the tough part. And even though it is just a phase, there are some side effects that seem to last forever.

I’ve also noticed a new phrase in recent months…and maybe it’s just the new slang (what all the cool kids are saying nowadays) or maybe it only comes as you grow into your mid-twenties, but the phrase is “adulting.” It’s a verb. Specifically, “Adulting is hard!” And it is.

And to commemorate how hard adulting can be, here are five experiences that I don’t think will ever get better, regardless of how old I am.

  1. Laundry
    • I don’t care if I’m 25 or 75. Will laundry ever be a fun task? Especially now that I have to pay for it? Ugh. I feel like laundry should be a right, not a privilege, and at no cost! You all know the moment: hamper overflowing, clothes starting to pile up on the floor…how many pairs of underwear do I have left? Eh, maybe it can wait a couple more days.
  2. Paying Bills
    • I don’t think I know anyone, regardless of their age, who gets excited to pay their bills. Whenever those envelopes start to come in the mail – Verizon, National Grid, Sallie Mae, etc – my heart internally cries a little bit. Goodbye bank account. Yay for being a responsible adult who can pay their bills? But raise your hand if you have a serious side-eye emoji every single time those bills come through.
  3. Weekend Commitments
    • I was up at 7:16am this morning. Just a reminder, it’s SUNDAY. Why? Because I have things to do today. I’m working at my part-time job from 3pm to 11pm, I have to go grocery shopping, meal prep, laundry, AND homework on top of everything else. All before 3pm, and all of which needs to be done before the week starts tomorrow. Can’t we just make a universal law that states weekends are 100% free time for 100% of the people? That would be nice.
  4. Grocery Shopping
    • I have to be honest, I actually really enjoy the act of grocery shopping. I like being able to pick out any food I want, going up and down the aisles, thinking of recipes in my head. But what I don’t love is when the cashier tells me my total and I have to swipe my credit card. Damn, Michael. Do you really eat that much?! I tell myself it’s all good food, and for that, I can’t feel bad about the dollar amount that comes up every. Single. Week. Another thing about grocery shopping is the status of your fridge the day before. Yesterday, for example, my fridge was so empty that there was a tiny echo coming from inside of it. For lunch, I had chicken broth with one poached egg cooked inside…I called it “soup.”
  5. Friendships
    • If you’re a twentysomething, you’ve definitely thought about this one. Friendships as a twentysomething are HARD. During college, everyone seemed to have all this free time, even though everyone always thought they were so busy. And even if everyone really was so busy, at least you lived on the same campus and were able to get coffee once in a while. Maintaining friendships is difficult in this new limbo phase of life, but also making new friends has its own challenges. But I’m not sure it will ever get better. From here on out, friends will always have their own things going on in life, their own people. New friends will still be hard to make, especially as you get older. Quality, not quantity, right?

What Other Tales do you all have? Feel free to share or comment below!