Twixt: 26 for me, none for you

I made a Quiz for you! I've made a Silly Personality Quiz. Why? Because I can! and then Here Are the Results.

Hopefully you learned something. And if you didn't, you might know me too well.

I read an article in last week's "Time" about twixters today(which appears to have been taken down from the internet). "Twixter" is a new label Time has created, most likely trying to create something catchy and stir debate. The failed miserably in the former, but the latter seems to have occurred, in many respects. "Twixter" means a person who is about 18-29 who is legally an adult, but does have the responsibilities/lifestyle of what is generally considered an "adult." Thus, they are "betwixt" being an adolescent and being an adult.

It's easy to be defensive or cynical about the article (as I've read from some responses when I googled the term). But I must say I felt a tad relieved. I've felt rather old, I generally have for awhile, since I'm legally an adult and older than the majority of my peers. College is leering its ugly head at me, and I keep thinking I have to get everything right so the "sins of the father" won't be repeated by the son. In that, Time hit the nail on the head, for me at least. They wrote exactly what I felt, that I wanted the perfect relationship, the perfect job, and little to no compromises on such a front so I wouldn't end up like my parents. It's nice to try, of course, but in theory everything works out. This is reality, nothing's going to be perfect. Thus, in retrospect I think my expectations have been too high. It's good to think about, though.

However, I don't want to turn out like some of these people in limbo. I don't know, the other blogs I read aren't generally as expressive in terms of views (being more akin to journals than areas to just rant), so I can't tell how others feel. Chances are, many feel the same. And it makes sense. There's an idea that there will be some person, some occupation that will satisfy everywhere if I(we) just look and think enough. It's too unrealistic though. Mer once asked me if I'm looking for a goddess (I think those were her words), and she was quite right. Since being in a relationship, I've learned I was right about myself in my many regards. Many of the fears I had have come to light, but I've also learned new things as well. I don't regret it at all.

I have to go, but a thought I need to remind myself of is that most changes bring goods and bads. The idea that things are not forever makes one less apprehensive about commitment, but also cheapens the quality. The idea that we're still children, especially compared to the supposed 20% of 26 year olds who live with their parents, as opposed to adults and maturing adolescents lifts burdens of responsibility, but entices us to not want to grow up at all or to delay it inevitably. Don't even get me started on escapism. That's for another time. Too much to think about... Good thing we've got Friday and Monday off, eh? Cheers!

Interesting Quotes

"And then they ate my food. That means they trust me!" Kathryn "Not Jennifer" Van Eenam

"Today would be a good day to do heroin." David Duncan

"I hate you infinity plus one, No Hatebacks!" Martha Reddick

You've got to Admit He's Getting Better

I'm making my recovery, thank goodness. I was prepared for misery, but only discomfort showed up to the party. That's good. I had to miss a "Wednesday", but I can only hope many more will follow. Such is illness. We have school tomorrow, unfortunately, but at least it's not going to be torture like some previous semesters. At any rate, not much new to add. The Mikado was good, everyone who hasn't seen it ought to if they ever get the chance. And I made a new poll because the old one had been up there for ages. In summary, THE ELEPHANT KNOWS WHAT YOU DID AND HE'S AMBIGUOUSLY ELATED! Thank you.

Well, I too am ill. I fear I'll actually go to school tomorrow though because I am one stubborn person. That is, if I don't faint driving there. I certainly hope school is cancelled Thursday and Friday. I may not even stay for Cardboard tomorrow, I'll play it by ear. Or nosebleed/dizziness as the case may be. Cheers!

Another wasted weekend. I never realized how limiting the cold is until now. Ah well. I guess I'll just have another reason to anxiously await spring.

I wrote a suicide note today in the form of the last first half chapter of my book today. Guilt and responsibility does wonders to one's will to live. But the kindness and concern of others, the fact that people do need me, and my low tolerance to pain aborted the attempt. Last night, as you may have noticed, was not fun. I went to bed and actually cried before I fell asleep. I don't know how to fix my father's problems. I want to forget about them, but I feel some familial responsibility to him to try and help. However, there are too many walls to make it easy. I don't know. Maybe in ten years I could, but not now. He's been like this since Carrie was born I dare to say, so I don't know what else could help but a therapist. All the lonely, miserable people in this world... It's enough to inspire a guy to want to change it. Well, enough to inspire a guy to want to write about it to point it out. Who knows? Not me.

Hah, I'm already repressing it! I try to remember it, think on it in detail, and I get nauseous! Isn't that great?