Inner Monologues of the 21 year old Girl
Your big birthday has gone; you are spending your year battling dissertations and final exams, worrying about what you’re going to do after that glorious graduation day. Plus usual girl angst. Holy Moly. But after speaking to dear friends… aren’t you glad all us 21 year olds are going through the same life troubles…. I bring you the inner monologue of the 21-year-old girl.
1. That mental reminder that everyday you are closer to being 30. Realising it is a 9-year countdown to finding a husband, kids and career. I can do this.
I can’t do this… Eats a copious amount of chocolate.
Right. That’s it. I’m going to start being healthy from tomorrow. I will go to the gym tomorrow.
Doesn’t go the gym. Has similar breakdown tonight before… OKAY healthy starts tomorrow. The cycle continues…
2. Look at those freshers. Look at their baby faces. I AM SO OLD.
3. I am only going to buy sale clothes today… Buys all overpriced high street clothing.
4. S Club 7 reuniting? BEST DAY EVER.
5. Mum and Dad, stop nagging me! I am an adult. I can look after myself! – Ehhh, guys don’t forget my rent is due… and an extra £20 this month would be lush. Thanks.
6. The success of your week being dependent how much gin/wine you could drink.
Your life being dependent on gin/wine.
You’ve started drinking gin… Your gran drinks gin…
7. ANOTHER job application to fill in. Can’t wait to not get this one.
8. I can easily go into town without going to Topshop… I’m just going to peek… £150 later.
9. After graduation I am going to travel the world.
Looks at bank balance… No I’m not. University has destroyed all funds.
10. Right today is going to be a productive day. Ohhh NETFLIX UPDATE.
11. Ok, I need to get a job. A proper job… I don’t want to get a proper job.
12. Big birthday done… What is left to live for? 30th? It’s a no.
13. And just to rub it in…
At 21 my parents were going to get married, had a house, proper jobs and a car. I am single and throwing up on Union Street.
At 21 Alexander the Great owned half the bloody world yet here I am watching Netflix, to which I don’t even own the account.
At 21 Taylor Swift had two studio albums and a love story. All I have is an iPad and Tinder.