If I had to describe my twenties, I'd refer someone to the famous comedy/drama masks. You laugh one minute, you cry the next, and then heal it all with a bottle of cheap wine. The juxtapositional existence we live is downright cruel.
Juxtapositional existence. Damn I almost mistook myself for smart.
The constant back and forth.
We want to save money.
We drop $40 on brunch because: "Yolo".
We love meeting up with our friends for said brunch.
We love our 'alone time' with Netflix.
We value the freedom of our single life.
We drown ourselves in vodka, romantic comedies, and the prospect of the one.
Where does that leave us? If we are always swinging up and down, should we be enjoying the ride?
Hell yes.