Being single is so fun until it’s a long weekend in August, a sunny Saturday evening, all your friends are out of the country with their partners and your housemates aren’t home and you have already taken a nap today so you can’t even sleep the loneliness away
everyone i know in their late 20s is having an existential crisis because we skipped our mid 20s in the pandemic. relationships fast-tracked, careers faltered, we lost those core identity-building years and now we feel like 23-year-old brains in bodies approaching 30
not settling until someone keeps my picture in their wallet, remembers tiny details about me, takes candid pictures of me, and smiles at my texts like an idiot
We've reached the point in the UK where working full time doesn't actually mean anything anymore.
It used to mean stability. It used to mean you could afford a home, eat properly, maybe go away once a year and not panic if your car made a weird noise.
Now it just means nothing.
You wake up early, work all day, come home tired, and still somehow sit there wondering how you're going afford everything.
Rent is ridiculous. Bills are constant. Food prices change depending on the mood of the supermarket.
And wages? Basically frozen in time.
You're not lazy. You're not bad with money. You're just trying to survive in a system where everything goes up except what you get paid.