It's not that I feel that I haven't accomplished enough to turn 27. It's mostly just that I feel myself slipping towards 30. Which isn't a bad thing, persay. It just scares the shit out of me, mostly for stupid societal reasons like finding husbands and having babies and buying real estate.
And also when I think that John Keats died at 25 and had accomplished so much that he is taught in Intro to English studies at Muhlenberg.
I mean, talk about giving people a freaking complex. Geez.
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finding husbands? how many are you looking to get, exactly? :)
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