One of my favorite shows right now is Girls on HBO. It’s about twentysomethings in New York City. The dialogue is sharp and the story lines are astute, but really every episode could consist of all the characters yelling, “WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!” at each other, and the show would be equally astute. My twenties weren’t as dramatic as theirs is, and fortunately my love life wasn’t as complicated, but the perpetual state of frustrated confusion was certainly there.
As I close the door on my twenties, I’m still unclear on what I am supposed to be doing, but I am a little more comfortable with the tenuous state of affairs because lots of people still don’t know either.