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The New Thirteen
I’m just trying not to feel claustrophobic inside myself.
The New What? Thirteen Who?
One night, right after we graduated from college, my best friend and I were on the phone talking about life and how it is as confusing as all get out, when I said…
“Well haven’t you heard? Twenty-three is the new thirteen!”
At thirteen, I thought that life couldn’t get much more dramatic and confusing. I couldn’t imagine how I would survive life in my twenties; I figured it would be like living in a soap opera. Then as I crept up in my teens I figured that my twenties would be when I would finally escape the drama and confusion; I would be an Adult.
However, now that I’m here, I find that life isn’t any more or less dramatic and confusing, and it doesn’t really resemble a soap opera (at least not all the time). The drama changes, the confusion passes and manifests in some other area, but it never stops completely, and I have a feeling that as long as I’m alive it never will.
Whether I’m 23, 33, 43, 53, or 93, life will always be a wonderful, confusing, mess, and I think maybe now I’m finally ready to embrace that fact and start to get my hands dirty.
If you’d like to get in touch with me, feel free to drop me a line at thenewthirteen at gmail dot com.
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