The Toilet Roll Archives (11) - 22

The Toilet Roll Archives (11) - 22

• Monday, 8 June 2020

Cannae believe I’m turning 22.

Time flies when you’re thrust into adulthood with a raging apocalypse on the horizon.

Ok, I’m joking – kind of??? – to an extent, but I think I’m pretty justified in saying that my 21^st year on this planet has been a fucking rollercoaster, to say the very least. The highs have been phenomenal, the lows have been pretty tragic, and, to predictably echo TS (not Elliot) “I don’t know about you, but I’m” finding it very hard to believe that I am already two years into my twenties. 

But let’s avoid the whole ‘woe is me’ thing because the world is all a bit woeful atm and I’m already hyped up and ready to kickstart a revolution because I’m sick of people not having rights and going hungry and tens of thousands dying at the hands of an incapable, incoherent and, yep, incapable government (lol 2020 babes.) Somehow, you walk into Twitter expecting to laugh at memes but walk out a communist and idk what, where and how it happens but it is all rather spectacular and I’m not mad about it.  

My previous posts have demonstrated that I’m a wee bit fired up right now but, with that being said, I’m ready to calma my drama for a good 24 hours or so because it’s Princess K Day. Plastic tiaras at the ready, huns. It’s going to be wild (over Zooooooooooom after 5pm in our houses with regulated social distancing measures, obvs.)

I was going to come up with something witty about how I’m no longer a Twenny-Hun, but it’s not like I feel old, weary or Twenny-Boo-Hoo (minus the back problems that no one warns you about). I’m the youngest person in the office, usually the youngest in a group of friends and can still shirk the majority of adult responsibilities even though I am now a seriously out-n-out adult. Yep. I can now complain about both ‘adult issues’ and ‘youth issues.’ Lush. One step closer to that Joanna Lumley life. 

There’s something pretty sweet about this age limbo thing that I’m choosing to fully embrace, especially since I’m one year closer to becoming wise at 23 and I know that I will, eventually, panic – because I turn 23 next year and everyone knows that nobody likes you when you’re 23. 

And – sidenote – it’s kind of nice that the numbers of my age are perfectly symmetrical and this doesn’t happen all that often. Also, bonus, since they kind of work in alignment with the year we’re in: 22 in 2020. Lol. It’s the little things, I guess, innit? Silver linings and all that. Lockdown Brain. Sorry. I don’t know how I’m still writing in sentences, tbh.

So, despite the fact that I appreciate sleep a whole lot more and my back needs a bit of extra TLC, I’m not feeling all that different. And I have a whole song dedicated to this year of my life thanks to TS (not Elliot); who else can say that? Aside from 7-year-olds who listen Catfish and the Bottlemen, not many, I reckon.

So here's to Twenty Two. HB to the real Gems****** (lols gemini szn - best szn) of the Zodiac. Gonna be reet (as soon as we can leave the house).