I think this, ladies and gentlemen, is what they call a quarter life crisis.
I'm at that age where friends, people I went to high school with, are getting married and having kids and starting careers. I feel stupidly behind, still slogging through school; and as much as I know that's ridiculous, my path is no less valid than anyone else's, it's still not awesome to feel like my life doesn't meet some imposed standard. My Facebook page is a mess of engagement announcements, ultra sounds, pictures of people with their kids -- and I'm most proud that I was finally able to get past the Citadel in ME1 without throwing my controller in map-inspired rage.
I'm at that age where friends, people I went to high school with, are getting married and having kids and starting careers. I feel stupidly behind, still slogging through school; and as much as I know that's ridiculous, my path is no less valid than anyone else's, it's still not awesome to feel like my life doesn't meet some imposed standard. My Facebook page is a mess of engagement announcements, ultra sounds, pictures of people with their kids -- and I'm most proud that I was finally able to get past the Citadel in ME1 without throwing my controller in map-inspired rage.
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