So, I turned 22 on the 17th of February, and I really wanted to do a post relating to the fact I was 22, and aside from the generic ‘22 things I’ve learnt in my 22 years’ or an entire post dedicated to Taylor Swift’s absolute banger, I’ve decided on this one...confessions of a 22 year old. Enjoy my embarrassing confessions, and sorry to any of my friends, who probably won’t want to be friends with me anymore.
Let's start with a juicy one shall we. I’ve wee’d in my boyfriends car more times than I care to admit. Let me explain this one. Andy referees at weekends, sometimes two matches back to back in fields where there is absolutely nothing around. We have a deal where he will buy me a McDonalds toffee latte before or after every match as compensation for me sitting in his freezing car for around 3 and a half hours (not such a fair deal on my part if you ask me). Anyway...back to the main part of the story, with my weak bladder and a coffee flowing through my system, mixed with the cold weather, sometimes a girl just gotta go - in a coffee cup. Sorry not sorry.
I've started to care much less about embarrassing bodily functions. Legit, I don’t give a fuck if I fart in front of Andy - I’m past it, and he is most definitely past it. We’re all on this planet, we are all built the same, and we all do it - why should we be embarrassed or care?! Not that I am advising everyone to be animals and go parping in public. Oh, and as for my weak bladder/needing to wee every hour (or every 10 minutes if I’m on a night out), I couldn’t give a monkeys. Also, the thought of taking a dump in a public toilet - absolute no no way back in the day, but now, yolo, you gotta go when you gotta go.
This isn’t such a juicy one, but I fall asleep on the train to work, every morning. God knows why, I’m the oldest lady of a 22 year old you will ever find, I go to sleep at 10:30 every night, and get around 7-8 hours a night - how that warrants falling asleep on the train every morning, I have no idea. I definitely need to get me some Floradix - has anyone tried this, does it work? Fingers crossed I don’t dribble or snore on the train, I do always wake up to people staring at me so who knows.
I have a shopping addiction. Like, seriously. I do not need any more boots. I do not need anymore Gymshark outfits, but I just can’t help it. I’m of an age now where if I want something and I know it’ll make me happy, I will just buy it. Sod being broke for the whole month. Plus, if I feel I look good I will be ten times more confident and happy.
I sometimes wear the same bra for over a week. Who’s boobs sweat so much that you need to wash your bra all the time?! Sorry, but I haven’t got time (or enough bras) to be washing them every three days as suggested. Don’t even judge me, I promise I don’t smell, and my pants definitely do get changed every day.
Don’t get me started on body hair, some mornings I wake up, see my moustache, leave it, and be Daniel for the day. Who even has time for hair removal of ya moustache once a week? Dark haired girls, do you feel me?! And leg hair is just an extra layer for warmth. I think Andy has got used to my gorilla-like appearance, and he’s said he doesn’t even care - not that I’d care if he had a problem with it. In summer when my legs are out I will most definitely be shaving them, don't worry.
So there you have it, confessions of a twenty two year old (aka, me). Please share your embarrassing confessions below, or if you feel me on any of these!
I turn 22 in July and I feel like I relate to all of this so much already haha!x
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Haha that makes me feel much better!! x
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