27, in my rough estimate, is the oldest I have ever been. And of course, I am freaking out about it and think that I am a super old hag from the Winnie Witch series of 1987.
See, when I was in high school, people in their twenties were seen as ancient. Like dinosaurs! I remember telling a classmate who was 18 then, “you’re dating a 21 year old?! God, he’s too old!” And then I became the 21 year old who thought that 21 is young and whoever was 24 was too old. I thought that when I reached 24, I’ll be at a ripe age where everything is peachy perfect and established, and secure. I had these thoughts that my 24 year old self will be fierce, compose, sophisticated, and beautiful down to the T. Alas, that was three years ago. Of course now I cringe when I think about the fact that I considered 24 to be an old age because I’m trapped inside the body of a 27 year old woman who is living an adult life yet far from the fierce, compose, sophisticated, and beautiful down to the T that I thought 24 or 27 will be.
So, how does 27 really feel? Let me break it down to you gently.
It feels like you’re a teenager but better because you don’t get grounded if you come home late. Heck, no one will say a word even if you don’t come home, because what you’re coming home to is an empty apartment. 27 feels like you’re 21 only with more money. There’s also the fact that you’ve figured out how to make $50 last you a week. Most of your savings go to travels or wine and cheese. You know, things that big people do and buy these days. It also feels like 24, but with less drama and more emotional balance. Gone are the days when a broken heart can leave you lying dead on your bathroom floor. Hallelujah, now you don’t have the urge to throw emo shit tantrums and start writing heartache poems in screaming red bold letters.
27 also feels like for once, you’re totally in control, and totally out of control of everything at the same time. It’s all about the decisions you make and the choices you take. It’s your choice to lose yourself over that whole family-size pizza, and your choice to feel miserable the morning after. You know it’s a terrible, terrible idea, and you swear you’re never doing it again, but you know you’re going to repeat the same mistake at one point or another and you’re absolutely fine with that because what the fuck? You’re 27!
27 is the age when you realize that sleep is a luxury. Before, you used to post statuses on facebook about how it’s 3:00am and you’re just coming home with your drunk ass from a wicked-ass party, but now, you’re totally smashing being in bed at 8:30, and you’re not even complaining about it!
One of your biggest investments at this age is books. A trip to the bookstore can mean four novels in one purchase for those early night ins.
27 is also that age when you start realizing that all your friends who are getting married and having babies must be unicorns. I mean, there’s no other explanation about it. Like, seriously, how do they do it? They have got to be from planet lalala or something. It doesn’t help that every other weekend is a wedding or an engagement, or a baby shower. And you are left scratching your head wondering what is an appropriate gift for the occasion.
27 makes you feel old because all of a sudden, you find it inappropriate to listen to Akon or 50 Cent. And you raise an eye brow to anyone of the same age who still listens to Akon and 50 Cent. Yes, 27 can be very judgmental.
27 also makes you feel ridiculous shopping at Forever 21. You don’t want to be caught by anyone you know sneaking in at Forever 21, but you just can’t stop yourself. You have to go and get that lacey dress!
You can also have these emotional outbursts and dwell on your existential crisis one minute, and then find yourself feeling absolutely calm and ready to conquer the world the next. It’s like feeling super old yet feeling extra young. I don’t know about you, but 27 can be really bipolar sometimes. Now, 27 can feel like all of these things, or none of these things. As for me, I feel like 27 is the new 23, and I have another nine months to rock it!