— Unknown (via texaszetalove)
don’t let no one tell you that you’re ‘too deep’ or ‘over thinking things’ or you’re ‘too complicated’. deep thinkers are the brilliant ones. be brilliant. question everything. peel back the surface and inspect what’s underneath. question yourself. demand explanations. do research. wonder. be complex and special and brilliant and fuck anyone who tries to shame you for not being superficial enough.
I just turned 20 an hour ago. I wasn’t prepared.
I know it’s not a relevant birthday but I’m not a teenager anymore, and that freaks me out enough to gather up my thoughts for a late-night blog post. Classic Jarrett.
I really like birthdays because you get to be the shameless center off attention for a whole day. They’re even better in college because I’ve made a ton of new friends who my twin brother has never met, so I am their sole focus on the day of my birth.
20. That’s two entire decades. That’s worth some reflection. I’ve lived a privileged life, but also had my fair share of struggles.
20 is weird. It’s like one minute you’re a teenager and then the next you’re eating string cheese that you actually find out to be an un-stringable stick of cheese in your parents kitchen. I never planned for 20. I always planned my teenage years. Then I turned 19 and no flags went up that I had less than 365 days before I got to this day.
I’m in my twenties. What do 20 year olds even do? I imagine more pizza and bills. I’ve got at least one of those things under control (take a wild guess). My teenage years are over. I can now use the phrase “when I was a teenager”.
Birthdays in college are different. My birthday is always in the middle of Spring Break, and I’m somehow the only one tied down to a job and can’t flock to the nearest beach in droves. I ended up coming home to see my parents, but mainly because I want them to take me to Olive Garden, the most authentic and classy of Italian food establishments.
Grant wanted me to stop by his dorm after work the other day. He got me a shirt for our fraternity and wrote me a happy birthday letter. Like he got this shirt weeks ago at a conference planning to give it to me. I don’t remember the last time I received a thought out gift from a friend like that. The letter was really heartfelt too and made me feel feels. He ended it with something along the lines of “don’t graduate too early on me” which loosely translates to “here let me just stab you in the heart with this dagger of emotion”. But that is for another post.
I’m alive, I’m healthy, I’m blessed, and I’m probably going to THE Olive Garden for dinner. I’m 20. I’ve been told that the next few years of my life are supposed to be the best.
Might as well make sure of it.
I just saw this! Happy late Founders Day! Phi Phi brother