First off: FUCK TAYLOR SWIFT. Being close the age of 22, I can tell you that it is not fun, or magical. You do not forget about deadlines, you do not go out dancing with your friends every night.
My friend T.P. and I both agree that maybe shit is great when you're 22 and RICH AS FUCK, but for us normal, average, American twenty-somethings being 22 means debt, loans, finding a reasonable rent, living in this little thing I am fond of calling REALITY.
I mean, I got screwed out of a living situation and was forced to deal with the fact I have to be out of my house before the end of the month. I can tell you, you don't exactly forget the deadline when you may possibly be homeless. Trust me, it fucking stays with you.
Anyway being a twenty-something with a semester left in school actually really sucks. Yes there are magical moments made up of fairy dust and unicorn poop, but most of the time there's an aching feeling like you messed up everything and that you wish you could start college over and actually get things right. You can't. You have to deal with what happens and move on. You're broke? Get a job. You need a place to live? Check every where you can. Need help? Don't be afraid to ask for it. And I can tell you, if you ask, most of the time, people will help you out. The world is funny like that. But most of all: learn to be self-sufficient.
It's important to realize that I am being slightly hypocritical, but I can admit that so I guess that's cool. Not really, but I'm a work in progress. That's what it's really like being 22. Not knowing who you are, still figuring out how to navigate the world, and maybe do something to make it a better place. I don't know, my mom was a communist hippie at some point.
The point is being 22 is not magical. It sucks. It can have it's awesome moments, but for the most part it's about being scared shitless about the fact that you're about to go off into the real world and become a responsible, functioning, member of society.
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