So 31-year-old me, my two mid-20s male coworkers, and one of their girlfriends were drinking forties out of paper bags in the parking lot of a dive bar at midnight. As we slammed the last of the malt liquor and headed inside the bar, I couldn't help but think... Am I acting my age?
In my 20s, I feel like I just let life happen to me. I said "yes" to so many things that I felt like I was Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole towards whatever new self-created chaos awaited me. Eventually I learned that being alone felt so much better than having to deal with the fallout of my bad choices.