There’s a 10th circle in hell, and it’s called post-graduate life.
Not for everyone. Some of my peers seamlessly slipped into their master’s programs, full-time contracts and actual-real-adult existences. Congratulations if that’s you; I just can’t relate.
I’m in this weird place between student life and adulthood. I don’t consider Mio drops mixed with water and vodka to be a cocktail anymore, but I’m still not ~sophisticated~ enough to own wine that costs more than nine dollars and has a better name than “Blueberry Blue”. Assorted ramen noodles aren’t a steady meal plan, but I’m not ready to start grocery shopping dominantly for whole foods.
Worst of all, I can see people close to me on both sides of the spectrum, and I crave to have that kind of definition, that concreteness, that certainty in my life.
Essentially, I’m having an identity crisis.
Instead of handling it rationally, I let my Jekyll-and-Hyde-style dual identities hijack my body and act out in ridiculous ways. For example, these are behaviours I exhibited within 24 hours last week (in no particular order):
- Bought a blazer for 50 per cent off during an end-of-season sale
- Drank a whole bottle of wine at a pre-drink
- Scheduled a coffee chat
- Wore my reading glasses all day for *aesthetic*
- Used a stress ball to healthily handle my issues
- Bootycalled a guy who I said I would never hook up with again at 1:30 a.m.
- Woke up with cheeto dust spilled all over my sheets
I live in this space where I still exist as a sloppy undergraduate student who isn’t ready to move on, but I’m also this budding professional who’s primed for the next stage of her life. Maybe you’re there too.
And that’s okay.
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