Quarter-Life Crisis Bingo: Checking All the Boxes While Eating Cereal for Dinner
Quarter-Life Crisis Bingo: Checking All the Boxes While Eating Cereal for Dinner
Last night I had Frosted Flakes for dinner while looking at my high school friends' baby photos. I"m thriving.
You know what's fun? Learning that 75% of people my age are having quarter-life crises. We're not just talking about the occasional existential meltdown in the cereal aisle – this is a full-blown phenomenon. At least I'm trending!
Speaking of trends, remember that time I accidentally liked my ex's ancient Instagram photo at 2 AM? That was just the appetizer for my current spiral. The main course? LinkedIn. Oh, LinkedIn. Where everyone I went to high school with is apparently now a CEO, startup founder, or "thought leader" (what does that even mean?).
And then there's the wedding invitation avalanche. My refrigerator looks like a Pinterest board threw up on it. Meanwhile, research shows that constant social media comparison is basically a one-way ticket to Anxiety Town. (Shocking, I know.) But here I am, doom-scrolling through engagement photos while eating Tony the Tiger's finest at 9 PM.
The career confusion peaked last week when my mom asked what I "do all day" at my job, and I honestly blanked. Cool cool cool. Apparently, the average quarter-life crisis lasts TWO WHOLE YEARS. So... I'm right on schedule? (Note to self: Add "being on schedule for something" to my achievements list.)
But here's the thing about having Frosted Flakes for dinner – it's actually kind of liberating. While 83% of Gen Z is feeling the pressure to hit life milestones, I'm over here discovering that adult freedom means eating whatever I want, whenever I want. Take that, societal expectations!
The chaos has become weirdly comfortable. Like a weighted blanket of uncertainty. Sure, I might not have a five-year plan, but I do have a really impressive collection of half-empty cereal boxes. And honestly? That feels like its own kind of success.
What's on your quarter-life crisis bingo card? Extra points if you've cried in a Target. (Double points if it was in the home goods section while clutching a throw pillow you definitely can't afford.)
(P.S. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the cereal aisle, contemplating my existence and probably buying more Frosted Flakes. It's called self-care, look it up.)