Dans le chef de l'impossible
Can we just talk about how much of adolescence is devoted to the heart? Adolescence is so hard because we’re trying to do all these grown-up things while working madly to fall in love and get our hearts broken. Our entire lives revolve around trying to have first kisses and find loves like the movies and then trying to have the greatest orgasms while finding the person who makes us the happiest all the while attempting to apply to college, and study for finals, and get a good job, and find the perfect apartment in a great location with rent that includes utilities and has laundry on the premise. Fuck, dude. No one should make this time any harder for us by turning our friends against each other and making us sleepless at night by encouraging people to ruin our reputations and making us think we have to be “good kids” when we already are good kids. Good kids who like to get fucked and fucked up. We still turn out okay. We turn out great.
I heard recently that researchers and professionals who determine this sort of thing have decided that adolescence has changed and now lasts until a person is into their 30s. I heard that and felt a sense of relief. As if it was giving me permission to not have it all figured out yet. An expert, somewhere, has decreed that it’s okay for me to still be fucking and fucking up, which I appreciate. I just hope that by the time I turn 30, some other expert has moved that age of acceptable adolescence up to, I don’t know, 63? I’ll still be good: a good woman who fucks up and is madly devoted to the heart.
April 2012
“Being in your twenties is all about discovering which things hurt you and what makes you feel good. You go in blindly, practically pricking yourself with a dull blade, and then you walk out with tougher skin. One day you’ll stop pricking yourself altogether. Maybe. I don’t know. How would I? I’m just a twentysomething, remember? This is what your twenties are for — to feel and see as much as you can, to take advantage of not being tied down to anything and anyone and to go balls to the wall with everything that you do. You’re a raw nerve. You hate getting upset over little things, about being constantly unraveled by ignored text messages, parents, grades, and friends, but you have to remember something: you don’t know yourself entirely yet. Before the age of 20, you were mostly under your parents care, a reflection of what was going on around you. You didn’t have the option to make your own choices. You were merely living the life someone set out for you. Being in your twenties allows you to start carving out the life you want for yourself. Everything is on your terms now which seems daunting but is actually liberating. For the first time in your life you’re the boss. It’s important to talk about why your twenties are great because it seems like we spend so much of our time wanting to be somewhere else other than where we are. Think about it. Why the hell are we in such a hurry to live some boring grown up adult life that we saw at a Crate & Barrel? Because once we do get there, we’re stuck for a long time. The novelty’s going to wear off, we’re going to get married and have babies, and everything will be amazing but don’t think for a second that you won’t be nostalgic for this time. Don’t think for a second that you’re not going to miss those nights you spent putting on your make up, changing five million times, drinking wine, smoking cigarettes out your apartment window, and going to some silly party, a party that feels like all the others you’ve been to but still has the right to feel special. You will miss all of this. This is a luxury. It’s going to leave us eventually so you better freaking enjoy it. You better enjoy every lame ass party, every awkward kiss, every 5 AM hangover, every drug experience, every crappy apartment, because one day it will all be gone and you’ll just be left with the pictures and the bruises and nothing else. Youth is fucking magic. Don’t you get it? Look at your skin! Touch it. Look at your smooth legs and stomach. Grab it. When you’re older, you’ll want all of this again so bad. You’ll possibly spend so much money to get some semblance of it back. Now it’s yours for free. We’re not stuck. Even if it feels like we are, it’s not true. We’re the opposite of stuck. As twentysomethings, we’re constantly moving — apartments, relationship, cities, jobs. Anything is possible. People are ready for you. They want to hear what you have to say. They look at you and are curious about what words are going to come out of your mouth. You’re the new generation. What do you have to say? Don’t bite your tongue. One day you’ll be pushed aside for a younger “fresher” perspective so you better get it out now. Make a mark. Make a stain. Make something. I want to remember the fear, I want to remember the promise, I want to remember the nights I wanted to curl up in a ball, I want to remember the people I’m not supposed to remember, I want to remember not knowing myself, I want to remember the moment I started to feel safe and like this life I’m leading is really mine. I’m going to be scared, I’m going to bruise my knees and not know how they got there, I’m going to try to fruitlessly forge a connection with someone who won’t ever get it, I’m going to lose the person that means the most to me and find my way back to them. I’m going to be a twentysomething because that’s what I am and all I know how to be. And you should too. You should love every single moment of this hot mess of a decade. Chances are you’ll miss it before you even get to say “I’m 30.”
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Why Being in Your Twenties is Awesome, via. Though Catalog
I have the need to write this post since I rarely post up anything personal.
I’m 5’8”
I cant swim
I’m left-handed.
I’m Vietnamese
I’m the oldest of 4.
My favorite soda is Pepsi.
I tend to keep things to myself.
I have never been out of the country.
I have vision of a blind lab rat. A little near -7.0
My wedding song: Rest of my life - Bruno Mars
Music always satisfy my nights right as it ends the day.
If you dont fuck with R&B, our friendship isnt going anywhere.
My heart is a little too idealistic, but my head keeps it realistic.
I can be a hopeless romantic with that rosy-tinted perspective.
I tend to be forgetful of placing my belongings 75% of the time.
Favorite Movie: Anything with Will Smith. Seven Pounds. Pursuit of Happyness. Hitch.
My three favorite animals are lions, pandas, and tigers. Lions and Tigers are basically the same but raised in two different continents.
My two favorite numbers are Fourteen and Eight. If you know me well enough, you’ll why.
I have 2 favorite colours. Bright Cerulean blue & Emerald Green (stone), but if you collide blue and green together, you would get this turquoise colour and I like that too.
I have this OCD thing where I tag all my posts and organize them under certain categories: Materialistic, Personal, Adam Ho, Random Thoughts, and Quotes of Wisdom. It’s tagged up because I want to separate my materialistic thirst from my personal blog. If you click the personal tab, it’ll get rid of all the materialism and show that personal gem hidden in the rough.
I’m a low key sexual guy (who isnt), but honestly I’m a good man, you can ask anyone. I’m more than willing to do anything for ya, if u just hit me up. I’ll be there for you, if you let me.
I’m a guy. I might not take hints as easily as others, but just bug me more and maybe it’ll hit me…and i hope it wont be too late.
My methods of living, behaving, acting, and reacting maybe normal to many and unorthodox to some. Question me if it strikes yourself as intriguing, plain stupid, or somewhere in between.
The reason why i post up men’s fashion is because ever since i was a young teenager, i always, always walked to the nearest magazine stand. Pop a squat and grab GQ, Esquire, and every men’s fashion magazine in sight and read from page to page. There’s an art to fashion from top to bottom. How well you can mesh your ensemble is expression.
I’m a brother, son, friend, student, stranger, potential interest, person. But dont let this be the only way to get to know me by just reading this post or my tumblr, its a little ironic on how i’m posting this. If you really want to converse a little more, dont hestitate to talk to me. I dont bite that hard. I rather exchange words on a one-on-one personal level than getting to know me indirectly. I try to limit my myself on FB because I want others to make to effort to find out if they ask the right questions. But my twitter and tumblr pose no limits about myself. If you happen to stumble on these more personal sites of mine. Keep it hush hush, give me some feedback on your likes & dislikes, and get to know me more in a not indirect manner. So basically ignore this post. =]
