I'm sorry, but what the f*** is my life?

If you were wondering what it's like being a 22-year-old woman who just graduated college, well, let me tell you. It is like living your best life... IF your best life were a neverending series of unfortunate situations. I have no idea what I am doing and no idea where I am going or who I want to be. The options are truly endless, which may seem like a thrill, but it is actually nauseating.

I have gone through about 20 interviews, back sweating, glasses on, and logged in to zoom for hours of my life, only to be turned down. What they don't tell you is that the majority of your job search is searching for a job that you aren't actually qualified for but rather convincing yourself if you apply you will simply convince them that your natural talent will make up for your resume's shortcomings. Basically, you feel like a child living in an adults world in an all-too-real version of Sims. A mere 9 months ago I was going to all-you-can-drink on ladies' night and ordering toppers at 3 am, crying about how I just wanted to graduate college and move on with my life. Here I am, 9 months later, wishing and pleading to be eating a Blackhawk Commons breakfast, devastatingly hungover, with my eyelashes half glued to my eyes. While my days of staying up late and having to wake up early are nowhere near over, I find myself dozing off sitting up in my bed promptly around 9:30 pm every night like the 90-year-old woman I was born to be. Here I am, 22-years-old and living my best life.