This may be a bit of a rant, so fair warning.
Despite the fact that I hate posting any kind of personal information about myself on the internet, I suppose it's kind of crucial to provide my ramblings with some context in this case.
As it happens, I am twenty-seven years old. Now for whatever reason, twenty-seven always sounded to me like the age where everything starts coming together. Regardless of how politically incorrect it may or may not be, we each have certain assumptions about a person who is twenty-seven years old. Or any age, for that matter. A fourteen-year-old probably doesn't know how to drive. A seventy-five year old is probably retired. A thirty-five year old has probably already chosen a career, a spouse (or lack of one), and a more-or-less permanent living arrangement.
I will even go so far as to posit that these assumptions are not just social stereotypes, but are statistical averages that cover the simple majority of the population in so-called "developed" nations.
And I know that as we like to say in the forums, your mileage may vary, so I'm sure there are a lot of statistical outliers: people who are just starting college at age twenty-five, or who already are already married, have a family, and have kids.
My aim here is not to compare myself (or anyone else, for that matter) against some mythical socioeconomic barometer of "progress" (whatever that means), but instead to ask a question that deals with more fundamental elements of what it means to be an adult in our society.
In short (and pardon my deleted expletive):
Does anyone else know what the %*@! they're doing?
Seriously, I don't feel intellectually or emotionally more ready to face the world every morning than I did when I was fourteen. The condition was accurately paraphrased (albeit with a bit of humorous hyperbole) in the webcomic XKCD recently.
http://www.xkcd.com/616/
Now granted, my late-model car payment, my rent, my credit cards are all paid on time, I have a wonderful girlfriend of five years, I have stable job (thank goodness), and am working on finishing up my undergraduate degree part time. By my own standards, it would seem like I pretty much "have it together." But the more I think about it, the more it seems to me that being an adult is simply being able to convince everybody else that you actually know what you're doing.
Which brings me to the reason why I'm bringing this up at all, and of all places on the what the kids call "The InterWebs."
After being a member here for a couple weeks, digging through various threads, reviews, and advice, I've come to realize that this place is an Eden among Internet Forums. The people that populate this forum are far more positive, understanding, patient, and (dare I say) cultured and intelligent than on any other internet forum I've encountered to date. In addition, it appears that we have a good cross-section of age ranges among our members, as opposed to the hyper-masculine, antagonistic 18-25 demographic that usually populates the PlayStation breed of internet forums.
So I ask again, to anyone who is still reading this far down the page: Does anyone actually feel confident that they what they're doing?
Does anyone else in my age group feel this way? Does anyone else younger than me feel like this? To the "more experienced" gentlemen: does this go away? Is it just a normal part of the transition from youth to adulthood?
Or is this perhaps a comment on the extension of youth that our consumerist society is bent on pursuing? Is the ultimate result of the pursuit of youth and excess merely to be eventually stuck in the middle?
There is of course, more to discuss here, but I feel like I've ranted long enough, and I want to hold something back so that I can respond to your comments intelligently.
Also, one last thing: I'm not taking this thing TOO seriously, so feel free to chime in with obnoxious one-liners and witty retorts. Extra points for bad puns. More points for good ones.
So with that, I'm off to go shave my existential stubble.
Thank you for your time.
Feathers and Personnas,
--Miamijuggler
Despite the fact that I hate posting any kind of personal information about myself on the internet, I suppose it's kind of crucial to provide my ramblings with some context in this case.
As it happens, I am twenty-seven years old. Now for whatever reason, twenty-seven always sounded to me like the age where everything starts coming together. Regardless of how politically incorrect it may or may not be, we each have certain assumptions about a person who is twenty-seven years old. Or any age, for that matter. A fourteen-year-old probably doesn't know how to drive. A seventy-five year old is probably retired. A thirty-five year old has probably already chosen a career, a spouse (or lack of one), and a more-or-less permanent living arrangement.
I will even go so far as to posit that these assumptions are not just social stereotypes, but are statistical averages that cover the simple majority of the population in so-called "developed" nations.
And I know that as we like to say in the forums, your mileage may vary, so I'm sure there are a lot of statistical outliers: people who are just starting college at age twenty-five, or who already are already married, have a family, and have kids.
My aim here is not to compare myself (or anyone else, for that matter) against some mythical socioeconomic barometer of "progress" (whatever that means), but instead to ask a question that deals with more fundamental elements of what it means to be an adult in our society.
In short (and pardon my deleted expletive):
Does anyone else know what the %*@! they're doing?
Seriously, I don't feel intellectually or emotionally more ready to face the world every morning than I did when I was fourteen. The condition was accurately paraphrased (albeit with a bit of humorous hyperbole) in the webcomic XKCD recently.
http://www.xkcd.com/616/
Now granted, my late-model car payment, my rent, my credit cards are all paid on time, I have a wonderful girlfriend of five years, I have stable job (thank goodness), and am working on finishing up my undergraduate degree part time. By my own standards, it would seem like I pretty much "have it together." But the more I think about it, the more it seems to me that being an adult is simply being able to convince everybody else that you actually know what you're doing.
Which brings me to the reason why I'm bringing this up at all, and of all places on the what the kids call "The InterWebs."
After being a member here for a couple weeks, digging through various threads, reviews, and advice, I've come to realize that this place is an Eden among Internet Forums. The people that populate this forum are far more positive, understanding, patient, and (dare I say) cultured and intelligent than on any other internet forum I've encountered to date. In addition, it appears that we have a good cross-section of age ranges among our members, as opposed to the hyper-masculine, antagonistic 18-25 demographic that usually populates the PlayStation breed of internet forums.
So I ask again, to anyone who is still reading this far down the page: Does anyone actually feel confident that they what they're doing?
Does anyone else in my age group feel this way? Does anyone else younger than me feel like this? To the "more experienced" gentlemen: does this go away? Is it just a normal part of the transition from youth to adulthood?
Or is this perhaps a comment on the extension of youth that our consumerist society is bent on pursuing? Is the ultimate result of the pursuit of youth and excess merely to be eventually stuck in the middle?
There is of course, more to discuss here, but I feel like I've ranted long enough, and I want to hold something back so that I can respond to your comments intelligently.
Also, one last thing: I'm not taking this thing TOO seriously, so feel free to chime in with obnoxious one-liners and witty retorts. Extra points for bad puns. More points for good ones.
So with that, I'm off to go shave my existential stubble.
Thank you for your time.
Feathers and Personnas,
--Miamijuggler