When I was in my late teens/early twenties, I was a spaz:
He hasn't written on my Facebook wall in FOREEEVVVERRRRR. *cries to Snow Patrol*
He makes eye contact, I think he likes me!! I better look him up on every social channel first though to make sure there's not another hoe in the picture.
Well, we've been dating for a while so like, ARE WE OFFICIAL? AM I SINGLE? AM I BEING USED? I NEED ANSWERS.
I used to read into everything, and I mean everything. I would obsess over conversations before they happened and then brutally dissect the ones that DID happen like some kind of science project. It was sick. I was sick. But I was young.
And as I've gotten older and been able to soak in the never ending bath of who I've dated, decisions I've made and relationships I've held, I can't help but never want to be that age again. Nope. Never. Your early twenties are like the Wild West of emotional absurdity, amiright?
So now that I've experienced what they call air quote womanhood un-air quote, this is what I've observed: when you get older, you stop giving a fuck.
You know what you want, you know the type of people you want to surround yourself with and honestly, if you have your shit together, you're too busy worrying about your credit score and how to bake a spaghetti squash to care about the guy you went on one date with who hasn't replied to your Snapchat.
Just picture it: a world where you get asked out and you don't overthink everything. You say yes or no and everything just makes sense, I'm serious. Don't believe me? Fine, be a bitch. But don't act surprised when you turn 26 and you stop carrrrring so much.
Oh and just to piss you all off because this was the worst, good advice anyone ever gave me when I was younger:
If it's meant to be, it will be. So stop lurking his Instagram and write that down.