Very far away from my family and friends atm but I least I have the worlds coolest group of cool people to tell. Also I read that your brain is done growing at 25 so is this all I get? no more brain for me?
Happy birthday!!! 25… I feel like I really gained curiousity and a desire to slow down and ask questions! so maybe no more brain but new brain habits??
happy birthday! hope your day was lovely - well and your brain. its done. no more updates. no more expansions. just you and whatever questionable choices you’ve already installed. hope you picked the right ones.
i honestly haven’t really put real hard thoughts to this but the other night at the porter robinson show, he had this transition where the screen asked questions such as “do you remember what your baby teeth felt like” and “when was the last time you hugged your mom,” and i stood there realizing i don’t really experience nostalgia in that sense, and i don’t really process the passing of time in that sense, but it did make me realize i‘m way, way older now besides the obvious things such as noticing your parents getting older, i think this year i finally felt it for real. whether it‘s younger friends pointing out that i‘m 25 and their tone just sounded like they’re scared of that number (haha), or me catching up with my older friends and they are telling me about their plans and wishes about turning 30 it’s the act of having to be responsible for yourself, really really having to do that this time, and having to plan ahead despite i’ve always just lived life as it stands—and how much i’m struggling to do it. how frustrating it is to face the problems i’ve been running away from and still having no idea how to fix them, but just knowing that i’ll have to, that really feels like growing up anyway this is too long✌🏼
This is the first age where I’m kind of like ok….. this isn’t that fun anymore … I have no plans all day and I woke up in the same room I woke up in when I turned 5. Transitional periods are weird… I’m grateful I have a place to live and friends to text me happy birthday and i Have no idea where I will be tomorrow or next week or next month. Probably still at home but who knows!!! I have no plans for the rest of my life.
Since the first time I watched Billy Wilder's 1959 film Some Like It Hot, Marilyn Monroe's first line, a breathy, black& white whisper, haunted me: "I'm 25 years old, that's a quarter of a century. Really makes a girl think." At twelve, I believed that by 25 I would look like Marilyn Monroe and also be on the cusp of getting married like her character, Sugar. At twelve, I believed 25 meant you were an adult, doing exciting adult things
like having money to spend on wants (not just needs),
and looking at buying a home,
and working in a high power firm,
and getting accolades for how incredible I was,
and getting ready for the rest of my life. But I turned 25 yesterday and none of that came true. What a scam. A quarter of a century really does make a girl think. I don't want the life I imagined at twelve, but something is still missing from my life right now. I just moved to a new city, dyed my hair red and -here's the best part- applied for unemployment on my birthday!! Who knew that wifi-bills were so expensive and that I probably won't buy Cabot Cheese again untl I'm in my 30's (Seriously, I'm concerned why store-brand cheese is so much cheaper...are we even eating dairy?) I'm feeling untethered and foggy on what comes next, and if there's anything I do still want from my pre-teen fantasy life it's direction. Purpose. Sense of self. Confidence. To be getting ready for the rest of my life. Where do I find that now?? But all is not lost. After all there's 364 more days of being 25 and it feels- more than past birthdays- like this really is a fresh new chapter. A complete blank page. I just moved to a new big city! I just dyed my hair! I'm unemployed! Seems as good time as any to start a perfectly imperfect record. Stay tuned. What about you? What did turning 25 mean to you? Anyone have a leash to help me pull myself back in?
I know this app is still pretty small in comparison to other social media apps. However it’s important to remember that everyone here is REAL. “Dead Internet Theory” and related concepts really come into light when you use something like PI and notice that there’s no spam, no bots, no advertising, and no one clawing for likes and to be picked by the algo. THIS is the internet. This is what it’s supposed to look and feel like. I hope it lasts.