I (among those around me) have come to the realization that I am having a quarterlife crisis. I tell you this as I'm still lounging in bed at 10:30am. In my defense, I have a regular bedtime of 3:00am. But this is partially my point. I feel so lazy these days. Maybe it's just the holidays, but I don't think so. Everyone else is back in the swing of things and I'm still taking time off work. It's to the point where I feel completely obligated to have atleast 4 days off per week. Now, granted my situation with my kind of job, this is not a bad thing necessarily. But I actually need the money right now. I guess I'm sick of the responsibility already. I'm not against responsibility, I just want different responsibilites. I want my own place to take care of, and I want a different, more stable job. I want a boyfriend I can see more than once a month (sorry, Ivan, I love you) so my relationship will feel more real. I want to freakin finish college! I don't think that's happening anytime soon though.
I am definitely in a rut. I think this is better than a midlife crisis though. I'm not buying unusually colored sports vehicles, dyeing my hair to cover the grays, and throwing myself off of bridges for fun (not yet, atleast). I just feel so unsettled these days, like I really need something to focus on. But apparently school and work aren't good enough. Am I just being a big baby? Half the time I just want to tell myself, "Suck it up and put your big girl panties on!" But, in our new generation of young adults, should we be intitled to a quarterlife crisis?