This blog focuses a lot on the ways in which I'm inexperienced when it comes to dating, sex and relationships. Those are important no doubt and I definitely think it defines who I am to a great extent. Or at least, who I am now. But it's also important to note that I'm also inexperienced when it comes to what I'd call "independent adult life".
It hits home for me when I visit friends of mine who have their own apartments or their own houses (hell sometimes they even have children already). It's weird when they're already firmly on the path of adult life and I'm still here practically at the starting line.
I know I"m not the only Millennial to be living with his parents. Lots of us are. But I think what makes me somewhat unique is that I've never actually lived on my own. Not even in college. In fact, I haven't even had my own room since I was 4 years old.
I think it's fair to say this makes it hard for me to relate to people my age. If you've been out in the real world, paying rent, cooking your own dinner every night, figuring where you're going to put pieces of furniture, you really have nothing in common with somebody who's been mooching off of mom and dad his whole life.
It's why I find myself running the other way when I see someone I went to high school with (not friends, just regular people) or their parents. I don't want anyone knowing that while they (or their kids) have been out and about in the world, I've been doing nothing except working a dead end job, lifting weights, and blogging about how I don't go on many dates. It's a glamorous life I know, but it pales in comparison to trips to Europe or a new house with a deck (and obviously someone to share it with).
So I don't know. It's been an interesting weekend which kind of opened my eyes to some of this. As much as I think of myself as an old soul, I really have some growing up to do.