"It's the next logical step." Or, "It makes sense."
Would someone please get these phrases out of my face?
You wake up in the morning and you brush your teeth; the logical step before you put your makeup on and get dressed is to spit that toothpaste/saliva concoction you've got going on in your mouth. Unless you're one of those who gets dressed first and then does her makeup--either way, finishing up the brushing of the teeth might be the logical thing to do before moving on to bigger and better things.
I usually wait until my English muffin is done toasting before I proceed to apply peanut butter to it. It's the next logical thing to do, isn't it? I mean, the peanut butter will melt with almost immediate contact to the bread, so there's no need to cook the condiment at the same time. I put socks on before I move to shoes, don't you?. That makes sense.
So logic, you're the artistic and scientific voice of reason. You allow us to infer validity and justify any sort of behaviour that simply "makes sense" to us. Okay. Fine. Absolutely.
Hello there, sense, you're a mental discernment; a realization. Good for you!
My bone of contention: In a few words; The stage of life I happen in which I happen to be.
Doors are about to close, windows and moon roofs may open. I've made it no secret that this limbo state of transition has put me in a place of excitement and peril. It's fine. We all go through it, and hopefully not just once in a lifetime. With that, each and everyone one of the people I have grown up with, who I've met along the way is going through the same thing, just in a way that's wonderful and freaky for them. Sometimes we run into each other, and as exciting and lovely it might be, those encounters do a great job of threatening to throw off the equilibrium of the hermetically sealed and protected mind frame we've given ourselves. "I'm fine, I'm great, it's so good to see you. How have you been? Here's what I've been up to since I've seen you last."
It continues, and it's fine, by lately, as I get older, these meetings are reaching the point where some one's life choice doesn't match with mine. The insecurity sets in when I find out about a life change they've made, a step they've taken in a direction that doesn't even exist in my realm of consciousness when it comes to thinking about life. BOOM. They're happy and excited and [22 y.o] and what a convenience(!), it also happens to be the next logical step; something they remind me of as they fill me in on this wonderful joy of joys.
Though, it's not mine, it doesn't make sense for my life, in just a few moments, I begin to wonder why it's not mine. I start to ask myself what is wrong with the fact that something like this isn't mine, and before I even realize it, this incessant need to run away and hyperventilate starts to activate. This shouldn't even matter; how did this situation even become about me? Am I that incapable of being truly happy for someone? I don't know, but I don't like it. It's a feeling of uncertainty, and a stark realization that even though something may not be on my horizons, it doesn't mean it's going to be easy to deal with when it happens to shine on the face of others. It's strange because not a single part of me wants it, but every part of me hates the reaction I have when I find out that someone else has achieved it.
My conclusion: It's much too juvenile to accept the fact that every one's life will take its own course. What becomes glaringly obvious to me is that one's logical step in life isn't anothers, and the mere fact that I will sit and listen and be happy for you and ask questions, right before you sit, and stare at me, and reply "there's still time for you, Krystina," will only further convince me that yes, this logical step for you, the one that makes so much sense, is what you're telling everyone. The most important person in that category of "everyone" is you. It's okay--I do it all the time. Because, hell yeah, I know there's time for me. I have all the time in the world.
Afterall, we're only 22.
