When You’re a Grandma Living in a College Senior’s Body

I turn 21 in February (yes, I’m young for a senior. I didn’t go to Kindergarten) and all of my friends who’ve been 21 for what feels like forever keep reminding me how I just haaaaave to go out once that day comes. But, can I be honest? I find nothing appealing about going to a hot, loud, crowded room and pretending to dance and make small talk with people for hours at a time and during multiple days of the weekend. Like … just why?

Their rebuttals are varied:

  • When you’re 40,

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