The time has come. Actually the time has flown by. You're in the homestretch of your education, one more year of textbooks, of professors, of sweaty frat basements and Wednesday day drinks. Senior year is the last hurrah of college and ready or not, the real world is waiting just around the corner.
This is senior year as told by Friday Night Lights:
When I was younger, my mom took such good of me if I got sick. Now, if I puke, I have to clean it up. Gross. I also have to make my own chicken noodle soup. I wish my mom could take of me forever.
To-do lists are so mom-ish, but I thrive off of them. Plus, they make me feel accomplished as heck.
It never fails to make me feel old when I say, "There's a chance of snow on Thursday. How about we do Friday instead?"
Most twenty-somethings fear talking on the phone, myself included. I draw the line at going to the doctor alone, though.
Nothing makes me feel like I'm officially #adulting like picking up a giant pack of toilet paper at Target...or smuggling some rolls in my backpack.
"Yeah, Mom? Can you use canola oil instead of vegetable oil? Okay, thanks."..."Hey Mom, me again. This recipe wants two cups of sugar, but I only have one and a half. Should I just try it anyways?"
In high school, I was a lot more willing to comment on racist Facebook statuses and sexist Tweets. Now, I'd rather just avoid the conflict. It isn't worth it.
I was excited to get money back from my tax refund, but it all went right back into my bank account. When you're 20 years old, responsibilities come before shopping sprees, unfortunately.
Do people in their twenties write checks, or is it just me? There's something so satisfying about getting a sum in your checkbook that equals the sum on your bank account.
In high school, I didn't do anything alone. Now, I enjoy my solitude a little more. I walk to class alone and eat lunch by myself. It makes me appreciate my friends so much more!
I miss the days where my mom made my lunches for me. Now I just make a sandwich and wish someone had cut the crust off.
I never thought my fridge would have carrots, broccoli and celery in it. I still don't really like raw vegetables, but I know they're good for me, so I force myself to eat them.
I've got to make sure I'm getting all my vitamins so I can stay healthy. That way I don't have to call the doctor!
Resumes, cover letters and job applications are the worst part of #adulting because they remind me that, someday, I will be a full-time adult. Scary.
Here are 10 Chandler moments that made us all see the "Chan Chan Man" within all of us.
I mean, besides this obvious one:
But, hey, at least he owns up to it!
He tried really hard.
Sure, he may be awkward and desperate for love, but if you're the Chandler of the group, your flaws just make you even more adorable!
Working with the public can be a job, in and of itself. Some people are just plain rude for no reason. But regardless of how your day is going, always having to be in the best of moods, or at least act like it... right?
I enjoy my job don't get me wrong... but sometimes all I have to say is IT GETS OLD!
For example, you are never stopped by people in the mall trying to sell you stuff, and it's secretly fun to hear that someone was a little intimidated by you when you first met.
That being said, the downside is that people always think you hate them and social events are tragic because you always looked pissed off or bored. In the end, no matter how extreme your RBF is, you probably encounter/have encountered a handful of these 11 situations.
But the whole time you talked to them you tried really hard to seem happy and friendly and genuinely thought you pulled it off.
And you can't help but roll your eyes, which probably doesn't help your case.
Not like you haven't heard that before. It's expected and doesn't even come as a surprise anymore.
You smiling 24/7 is way worse than your mean face. Trust me.
You gave up on trying to convince everyone that it's just your face!
Whoops. Better go send them an apology text.
Probably because your face doesn't really signal that you're joking, but you've learned to make it clear you're just kidding by laughing obnoxiously.
And you think, "maybe that's why people don't talk to me..."
It's a cold world out there for people with RBF.
*shudders*
"I can't repeat it enough that it is just my face."
