Robbing the Cradle

The amount of thoughts that can run through your head in a day can be overwhelming and you would think that writing every day for 31 days shouldn't be hard. Unless I couldn't find humor in my thoughts for the day, I wouldn't write anything. And there's a lot of sarcasm, satyrs, and humor that I experience every day, lucky me, but this 31 day thing is kinda kicking my butt.

Well, the last couple posts were really geared towards my fellow nursing friends so I could talk about something a little more general, more applicable to the general public.

Except for maybe two people out of my group of friends, I'm pretty much the youngest person amongst my friends in Chicago. Now that we're all pretty much done and out of school, the partying, late night hangouts, and wal-mart runs have pretty much come to a stop. . .well, not really, but the wal-mart runs have stopped considering we don't have wal-mart out in the city. But we have slowed down. We're not driving back and forth from Michigan and we don't pay cover. Rarely ever will you find us in clubs anymore, just dive bars and lounges.

I'm sure other people feel the same way, but it's so much harder meeting people outside of school. You've gotta be a lot more cautious and really consider where you're meeting these people. I mean at school, if someone screws you over, you know the person's major, dorm room, phone number, and you just know where the bastard is and you can send whoever over, or go over there yourself, and beat the crap outta him yourself. Not that I've had to do that.

But back to being the youngest. I constantly need to remind myself that even though I'm the youngest out of my group, I'm more than likely considered a part of the older crowd at some of these clubs, bars, and lounges. There's nothing more lethal to a girl's ego when a cute guy comes over, hits on you, buys you drinks, and then asks, "so what school do you go to? What's your major? Do you live on your own? I'm totally moving out after my freshman year." AWESOME. Kudos big guy. Oh, and congratulations on graduating from high school, by the way. And another one bites the dust.

Thankfully that's not always the case. I have met guys that are around my age and are successful and done with school. But then, you think about how you meet them under the influence. In a flippin' bar/club. CLASSY. Yep, just walk away. I guess it's not the worst circumstance, but it's definitely not ideal. I think I've met about 2 guys outside of the party scene since I've graduated. One of which was still in school. And not grad school either, undergrad. I try not to judge considering he was only a year younger, but by then, I had already outlived my college life and I just didn't feel like babysitting without getting paid.

By no means am I calling myself old. I'm only turning 24, I'm still a baby. Well, I guess I'm a toddler and everyone else I meet are babies. Either way, I'm young. Making friends or going on dates, I have no worries because I know it'll happen. If only I can skip out on meeting college cuties and getting accused for robbing the cradle or being the Asian girl from the Babysitter's Club.