Dating in Your 20s: Absurd But Relatable
Dating in your 20s is a social experiment no one fully consented to, yet somehow we all signed up for anyway, bright‑eyed and delusional, convinced we’d be the exception to the chaos. You start out thinking you’re emotionally evolved, healed enough, self‑aware, and finally ready for something real—and then, without warning, you find yourself crying over someone who thinks replying once every twelve hours counts as consistency and believes emotional communication is a personality flaw. This is not a romantic comedy. This is not character development in a cute montage way. This is a full‑scale circus, and somehow we’re all both the clowns and the audience, applauding behavior we’d absolutely warn our friends about. I entered my 20s believing dating would be fun. Flirty. Light. Something between coffee dates and soft laughter, maybe even cinematic in that slightly unrealistic, hopeful way. What I actually got was emotional whiplash, commitment‑phobic monologues, and men who proudly a...
