How To Spend Your 20s So You Don’t Live In Regret Later
Stop hustling. Get bored. Start living.
I met a school teacher yesterday.
The four of us — my sister and her friend — were sitting in a pub, drinking beer, when she told me that she teaches school kids at 21.
“Wait, they actually let you teach kids? At 21? Perhaps you are an assisting teacher?” I asked.
“No, it’s for real: I teach classes 2 through 10,” she replied as if it was the most natural thing.
The more we drank beer, the more serious the conversation got — as it always does — naturally making its way into discussing the most pressing topic: relationships.
The school teacher complained that the only men who were into her are ‘soccer players and policemen.’ Evidently, she was disappointed by this.
“What do you want then?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“A husband,” she said slowly, almost nostalgically. But her eyes gave it up: she was not lying. “Kids, stability. You know, the usual thing.”
“It’s good! She’s a grown woman now,” her friend added, supporting her, which made me realize that my long pause could have been read as an insult.
