The majority of my friends consume varying amounts of alcohol most weekends and some weeknights in one way or another. Plenty of 21+ folks in my life meet up at restaurants for dinner and cocktails (and brunch and mimosas), spend too much money on drinks at concert venues, and sip on wine in the comfort of their homes regularly. It’s a pillar of our society.
Since turning 21 in 2014, I too have participated in this standard alcohol culture. The problem? I’ve developed an intolerance to alcohol over time.
This will be my first time being single on Valentine’s Day since 2015.
A small part of me is bitter about it but I’m mostly kind of psyched. I don’t have to worry about buying a sentimental gift or scramble to make a last-minute reservation the day before. No effort is required on my part and I’m here for it!
For the past few weeks, I’ve been battling a nasty sinus infection/cold/cough. It hit me right in the middle of my parents’ visit to my new apartment over Thanksgiving and lingered through the first few days of December.
Getting sick is all around miserable (as I’m sure you know.) All I wanted to do was sleep but my dog and congestion had other ideas. I was in a grumbly mood about spending too much money on tissue boxes and cough drops and annoyed at myself for coughing through my little brother’s birthday dinner. I wasn’t getting better fast enough and that just made me more disgruntled.
You may have noticed that special events aimed towards providing the perfect environment for Insta-worthy photos are on the rise. More artists and brands are picking up on this trend than ever before, and the proof is in the pictures. Just look at fomofeed, a curator of special exhibits in NYC, to see just how many of these interactive, photographable experiences are happening at once in the five boroughs.
Today is my last day as a twenty-four year old human.
I’m feeling lots of feelings. On one hand, I’m thrilled this year is over because it was a doozy. I’m ready for a new age. On the other hand, I’m a little sad that my early twenties are past me. College life is long gone and fun twenty-one seems so far away.