Nobody Likes You When You’re 23

Posted: March 1, 2015 in Age, Life
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Age 23: A.k.a. The Year When Nobody Likes You

If any of you plan on turning 23 anytime soon, plan for a very lonely year. From the day you turn 23 until the day you turn 24, people literally stop liking you. In their defense though, why shouldn’t they? 23 is a stupid age. And it’s a known fact that people get noticeably less pleasant the second they turn 23. Side-effects of being 23 may include, but are not limited to:

  • Violent mood swings, most of which involve fists being thrown
  • Foul odor
  • Frown wrinkles
  • Diarrhea
  • Low self-esteem
  • Accidental pregnancy
  • Dramatic hanger
  • Looking like this:

    Me at age 23. I was really hungry that day...

    Me at age 23. I was really hungry that day…

The weekend of my 23rd birthday, I had two friends basically tell me they were fed up with me. And they didn’t even collaborate to tell me that, they just happened to both say it on the same weekend, and that weekend happened to be right after my birthday. One of those friends had good enough reason to be fed up, and all is well between us now. But the other friend literally got mad at me because I invited her to my birthday party. You didn’t read that wrong–she didn’t get mad because I didn’t invite her to my party, she got mad because I did. She said she really hates it when people try to force their birthday celebrations onto others. Then she crawled back into her pit of she-demons and I never heard from her again.

But the loneliness of 23 doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing. It’s the perfect opportunity to binge-watch TV shows on Netflix (Parks and Recreation is a great mood-lifter), discover new genres of books to like (I realized shortly after turning 23 that I rather enjoy angsty young-adult fiction, like Perks of Being a Wallflower), and travel the world to “find yourself” (whatever that even means… it just seems like an excuse to do something CRAZY, like combing your hair in the opposite direction).

And speaking of traveling the world, I was 23 when I went on my study abroad to the UK, which was the adventure of a lifetime. So while I experienced some of my lowest points at age 23, I also had some of my best experiences as well. In fact, I believe Charles Dickens was the first to describe the life of a 23-year-old when he wrote, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Or maybe he was writing about two cities. Either way, the words are applicable.

Besides, the friends who are worth your trouble will stick around through age 23, even if they like you significantly less for the better part of the year. Be patient with them… someday they will be 23 too, and you’ll have the opportunity to not like them right back. Everybody wins!

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Comments
  1. carissa. says:

    Lol very interesting. I guess its a good thing I turn 24 in 7 days.

  2. Lukraakvars says:

    Awesome post… and I love the song

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