27 in the case of a friend of mine. He just had his birthday party.
Yes, we (90s babies) are not that old, but teenagers and young adults apparently always feel that life ends at around 25. Then… life just continues and you realize you’re just you, kind of young still, with a lot of living (and learning) left.
I just wrote my experience, but you gave a lot of details. Exactly!
2008 was terrible because we had the age to understand what was happening but not the tools to live through it healthily. My anxiety was through the roof. My health got so much worse.
I also didn’t vote the first time I could here in my country due to moving issues, attentional issues, etc. Life was hectic and I had no time (no brain) to get my ID, honestly, lol.
COVID’s lockdowns were a relief to me, I have to admit. I was so fed up of going outside, of ‘masking’ my obvious problems and differences (e.g., ADHD), etc. I was failing miserably. Zoom calls were a lot easier, still are.
I hope you get better from the long COVID. I’m guessing you’re neurodivergent too. Take good care of yourself, psychologically, physically… We need it.
I’m not from the U.S.A., but yes, still terrible conditions in my region and obviously internationally. My older siblings and my cousins (all older) had great childhoods in the 80s and early 90s. I was a late child. Everyone was old and everyone was busy. My parents struggled more and more economically, and my aunts kept telling me how I shouldn’t normalize what I was living, but… how? I didn’t have the maturity not to do so. I internalized a lot of sh*t. I needed healthcare, but there was not enough money or attention for that; today I live with the consequences. I guess I was sort of neglected. It’s hard for me to accept because my mom tried her best, even my dad did. I feel like I’m unthankful if I say it, but it’s a sad thing that happened even though they tried to prevent it (they just minimized it, I guess, which is nice).
I definitely don’t want a long life. Add all this fascism and dark world that’s always existed but now it’s blatant and crushing. Now I am tired. I believe the world can be better, but that much better…? It seems that we always have peaceful or abundant times that, nonetheless, brew and cement darker times. Human vices never rest, they just get in check from time to time. It’s a constant struggle against the greedy ones, the sadistic ones, etc. Of course I’m not having kids. You don’t throw more wood into a fire, as some say. And I just hope that we can collectively achieve some better times, a better period in our history. I have little faith on that (and little interest to fully participate in it once achieved because I would still be tired), but it would be nice (and fighting for it is still a duty, so here I am trying to help as much as I can).
Sorry for the oversharing. Just the perspective from a person born in the mid 90s.
I love beans, but corn is corn. You cannot make bean’s tortillas, or… not that I am aware of. Bread, sweet beverages, etc. Corn is so versatile. If I have to pick (luckily I don’t in real life), I’d pick corn.