Post College Relationships

What the fuck are they!?

First off, I have to put that I feel super fortunate to have found someone I truly care about and want to be with. Especially in such an obscure way (not Tinder wow, no hate) of randomly meeting someone at a concert. My friends ask me all the time ‘how do you meet people?’ Honestly, I have no fucking clue, this came out of just the right amount of beers and too short, shorts.

But second off, seriously how do people just meet people!? Apparently it is no longer acceptable to date the guy you hooked up with behind the bar because that’s trashy????? What!? I used to meet people by running around half naked and 100% drunk in the dorm when I should have been studying for my finals but apparently dating people from the bar is trashy! But honestly, how else are people supposed to meet, it’s not like we trying to bang the whole office here people!

I digress. Back to my current issue of a post college relationship. A big girl relationship. An adult relationship. A mature (if you can ever use that word with me) relationship.

With these adult relationships there are these whole new dynamics that never even crossed my mind while in school like money, living together, and a future. Maybe I was just too much of a player in college and never truly cared for the guys I dated or just knew my Prince Charming would NOT come from Winchester, VA.

These aren’t actually issues but they are things I have actually thought about. Sometimes I need to realize that my finances and terrible budgeting skills can have some effect on us. Like living together! Which we are not currently doing but why do I think about it so much!? Seriously, I have never thought about it before because that was a grown up thing but am I a grown up!? It seems fun to live with him but the whole grown up part, not so much. And why am I constantly wondering about how long we should wait to move in, why hasn’t he asked me yet, who should bring it up first? All valid questions… I think.

Then there’s this whole “L” word. It did not seem like this big of a deal in college in a weird way. But I’m not going to get too into those juicy details just yet, sorry folks. SOME stuff should stay in the relationship.

Adult relationships are weird. I love my relationship, but it’s not the same as college, it’s better. I have someone I can come home to at night and cry to, someone I can talk about my period and bodily functions with and not scare away, and most importantly someone that makes me feel at home in whole new state. These adult relationships are weird but I wouldn’t ask for anyone else to experience it with.

Well this was basically just a rant about how weird relationships have become. Maybe others out there feel the same. Maybe I was just a dick in college and somehow have feelings now, who knows. Well to all experiencing their adult relationships, good luck, and let me know about those weird parts because still curious.

On Birthdays…

Picture this; me sitting there in athletic shorts and an old, oversized university sweatshirt, giggling about how I can’t blow out the trick candles. Me! The most conceited, egotistical, attention loving person. But this is all I wanted for my 23rd birthday. Just a day of laziness and happiness and that is what I got.

My past two birthdays have been absolute ragers. Partying all weekend, hell, all week! Making sure everyone knows it is my birthday and I deserve presents and free shots. Not this year! I forgot to even ask my mom where she put my presents! Maybe it’s because I’m in a real relationship, or taking on my first big girl job, or simply because nobody likes you at 23 (at least I know one person does). All I know is that when I was asked about what I wanted the only thing I could think of was love and appreciation. So is this what growing up is like?

I always rolled my eyes at the girls that said they’re too old for the bar/party scene but is that who I’ve become? Given the chance to go downtown, I turned it down to put on sweats, cuddle, and watch “Remember the Titans.” It’s not that I feel too old to go out but I feel no desire to go out and stay up until 5A.M. Is this how those ‘old’ people feel? Have I peaked at 23? Or am I simply tired from this thing we call life? All valid questions running through my head.

I guess it’s safe to say I will no longer be rolling my eyes at people claiming to be too old for the bars. Although kids, remember, you’re only as old as you feel; unless you feel the same age as an actual kid, then just no, not the same.

No matter what you’re feeling, do what makes you happy. If there’s anything I have learned in the past year that I can look forward to at the dreaded number 23 I can say I learned to take care of me first. The people that are meant to be there will stay and understand. But remember to understand others when they need to take care of themselves too. That got a little jumbled there but self care is always the answer. Stay lit peeps.