In my defense.

"Why Georgia," by John Mayer

Might be a quarter-life crisis / Or just a stirrin' in my soul / Either way / I wonder sometimes / About the outcome / Of a still verdictless life / Am I living it right

I just wanted to defend myself to the masses for my teenie little breakdown earlier this month. I'm much better, now... by the way. I'm embracing my 25-ness. Except when I forget that I'm 25. I did do that the other day. There seems to be a mental block... but it was corrected. And I'm okay with it. I like being 25.

I. Like. Being. 25.

That being said, I ran across something today (okay, I'll admit, I googled it- to lead you to believe that it just jumped out at me would be blatent lie and I'm too old to tell white lies). Do me a favor and google "quarter life crisis" and click on the wikipedia link. Scroll down the "emotional aspects".

There. Uh huh. See! I knew it wasn't just me. There is a perfectly appropriate and psychologically recognizable reason for why I freaked out.

I can't say that everything has righted itself. I mean, I still feel a little displaced and unsure how to proceed in my life. But one thing that has occured to me (likely due to my new-found wisdom): I can no longer compare myself to my peers nor my parents. Times are different. Circumstances are varied.

Life works on a strictly case by case basis.