Lauren Ashley Strenge

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katietothemax:

kborg:

meghanasha:

THIS ARTICLE IS SO HONEST IT’S SCARY!

This phenomenon, known as the “Quarterlife Crisis,” is as ubiquitous as it is intangible. Unrelenting indecision, isolation, confusion and anxiety about working, relationships and direction is reported by people in their mid-twenties to early thirties who are usually urban, middle class and well-educated; those who should be able to capitalize on their youth, unparalleled freedom and free-for-all individuation. They can’t make any decisions, because they don’t know what they want, and they don’t know what they want because they don’t know who they are, and they don’t know who they are because they’re allowed to be anyone they want.

When a contemporary 25-year-old’s parents were 25, they weren’t concerned with keeping their options open: they were purposefully buying houses, making babies and making partner. Now, who we are and what we do is up to us, unbound to existing communities, families and class structures that offer leisure and self-determination to just a few. Boomer and post-boom parents with more money and autonomy than their predecessors has resulted in benignly self-indulgent children who were sold on their own uniqueness, place in the world and right to fulfillment in a way no previous generation has felt entitled to, and an increasingly entrepreneurial, self-driven creation myth based on personal branding, social networking and untethered lifestyle spending is now responsible for our identities. 

(via EyeWeekly.com)

-WOW. Not sure how I feel after reading this but it def hit home hard. OUCH.

Ahh, yes.  So this is that crippling anxiety I’ve been dealing with for the past year.  Talking to my grandmother today she said that I’m “not one to let the grass grow under my feet” which is completely true but I can’t help but feel entirely unsettled.  I hope something can restore balance to my life soon because I’m going to lose my mind if it doesn’t.  Fuck you (or thank you?) to Sarah Lawrence College for never forcing me to make a decision.  Blah.

</emo rant>

Oh hey, I just signed onto myspace for the first time in…who knows how long…and look what I saw! PS, I didn’t even have any messages.

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fuckyeahtaiandcobra:

fuckyeahsuareasy:

and this, i am sorry for being an awful updater sometimes.

woah! where did you find this? that was a fun night!