What's The Rush?

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Let me ask you something, what’s the point of settling down if you haven’t met the one? Like actually met her, not just someone who checks boxes, but someone who makes you forget about the roster, past relationships, and essentially every body you’ve caught. Because to me, locking in with someone just because it’s “about that time” feels like ordering the same meal off the menu for the rest of your life and you don’t even like how it tastes. You’re not happy, you’re settling. I want to feel like I’m at a Michelin star restaurant every day, not choking down a dry ass chicken breast (pun intended)  because society said “you should.”

People act like there’s this timer on life, like we’re all gonna explode if we don’t have a fiancé, a mortgage, and a dog by 28. But is it really time we’re racing against or just our minds? Everyone’s in a panic to “figure it all out,” but let’s be real, every “older” person I talk to says no one has a damn clue what they’re doing. They're all just winging it in nicer clothes. Maybe the real flex isn’t having it all together by 30, but it’s not rushing to fake it before you’re ready.

Because honestly? I’m not done yet. I still love going out. I still love getting absolutely hammered with my boys on a Friday night. I love the chaos, the stories, the mornings after filled with receipts from five bars and a borderline criminal order from Taco Bell. I love the 2 a.m. conversations about life that we’ll forget the next day. Shit I still love running into someone who I’ve met four times and still don’t remember their name and calling him buddy until I hear someone else say his name. Why would I trade that for dinner parties and matching pajamas just yet? My weekends still belong to being a menace and overpriced vodka sodas and I’m not sorry about it.

I’m not saying I’ll be a menace forever. I know my time will come. One day I’ll meet the girl who makes me want to ghost the group chat and make my explore page go from hot ass models to chess sets. I’ll trade bar tabs for brunch spots and late nights out for early Sunday farmers market runs. But that day isn’t today. Today, I’m still riding the wave. Still living like the best memories haven’t even happened yet. And when it’s time, I’ll know.

Until then? Pass me a shot and tell me where the birds are at.