Published 15th November 2020 by The Indiependent.
Love Letters To My 20s: A Fortnightly Column On The Stigma Surrounding Our Twenties.
“The acute paranoia and dread in the sober hours of the following day become a common feature of your mid-twenties. The gap between who you were on a Saturday night, commandeering an entire pub garden by shouting obnoxiously about how you’ve always felt you had at least three prime-time sitcom scripts in you, and who you are on a Sunday afternoon, thinking about death and worrying if the postman likes you or not, becomes too capacious.” – Dolly Alderton, Everything I Know About Love.
There’s nothing better than a night out. I particularly love the beginning; the build-up, the music, my best friends and I putting our make-up on and moaning about how little we like our outfits. I love the unspoken babysitting rota that’s put into place so that the non-smoker of the group isn’t left alone at the table. I love passing toilet roll to strangers under cubicle doors, and drunkenly telling girls in the bathroom that they deserve better than their shitty boyfriend that they’ve left at home. I love the post-night-out cheese, chips and gravy. I love it when someone runs over to me when No Scrubs by TLC plays, shouting…
