Recently I've been having a very particular feeling which I really haven't been able to put my finger on for a rather long time - but the feeling of almost being dissatisfied and unhappy with the point I'm in in my life right now and longing for the future and wishing the next ten years away. And I really hope you're ready for a brain-dump-that-makes-no-sense-disguised-as-a-think-piece as that's what you're getting.
It's a feeling that's really been consuming me and I think dissatisfaction is a huge symptom of turning twenty - I've suddenly entered the next decade of my life, I'm no longer a teenager and I'm paying bills separately this year which feels like the most "adult" thing I've done to date. And I'll be honest - I just can't be bothered. I can't be bothered with the next ten years of my life. I don't want to be a poor graduate, I want to be a successful comedy screenwriter now. I don't want to struggle to save for a house, I want to be living my IKEA flatpack and plants and ceramic double butler sink dream now. I don't want to shout every time I see a dog in a park or a baby at work, I want my own dogs and babies now. You see my point?