Twenty-something Diaries

I was in the supermarket holding a bottle of red wine, pasta, a bunch of tomatoes, chips, and a bar of chocolate, when existential crisis hit me. I was ready to pay and go to my uncle's apartment where I was staying alone as a getaway from major depressive phase. While I was standing in front of the chips aisle with the wine bottle under my arm, I thought "is it adulting?" Going home alone for a movie night with homemade pasta and wine? In the sound of my short and comfortable heels, I felt the glance of adulting shine over me. The glance of light which lived shorter than the light speed. I quickly came back to my reality: What adulting are you talking about? You are 24, unemployed, never worked in your life. You probably will do nothing with your degree. You are in depression, feeling lonely, and shopping with your long-distance husband's money. Do you feel like an adult? Definitely, not. Do you feel like a broken twenty-something in existential crisis? Hell yes!