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It’s a difficult year, but it doesn’t have to be that way
27 sucks.
It’s “that age,” people say. That age when your friends get hitched, buy houses, and tie a perfectly manicured bow around their lives.
For the rest of us, single and terrified about what to do next, 27 feels like a perpetual Valentine’s Day.
Here’s what I mean: this year is clearly not about you.
Yes, you exist but don’t kid yourself; you’re here to round out bachelor parties, pour champagne during engagement zoom calls, walk down the aisle with this person, and painfully farouche in the background of wedding photos.
People will ask about your happiness, but at weddings, the definition of happiness ends at significant others and money.
“Are you dating anyone?”
“No.”
“How’s the commercial real estate business?”
“Well, it’s hard to sell office space when everyone works from home.”
There’s A Silver Lining
I can’t speak for everyone. But 27 and single is like walking an emotional tightrope between overwhelming excitement for your friends, and the dreadful feeling of looking up at a scoreboard, your…
