Thoughts about aging
The number has never been very important to me. I noticed that when I answered the bouncer's question with a drunken "old enough" . Not because I thought it was cool, but because it just didn't occur to me that quickly. I always handled it that way.
Until my 25th this year. Somehow I suddenly panicked and decided to celebrate my 24th. My friends played along but I never told them the reason. It's not the number itself. Objectively, 25 is still damn young and still has buffers to the threatening 30. No, it's the feeling of having to behave adult now, although I feel like 22. (Clearly, with a little more knowledge.) But while I feel like 22, I can't act like 22 anymore due to stress at work and general obligations. Puppy protection is over. And I have the feeling with it my inner energy is gone.
Additionally, instead of watching YouTube videos or buying overrated things or just talk with friends on the phone for hours about nonsense, now I don't allow myself to do useless stuff because it's wasting time or I force myself to stay organized because an adult is not supposed to be chaotic. And on the top my body is screaming: "you've turned 25, you feel like 22 but I'm already preparing you for 30. Now learn to go to sleep at 10"