A 20-Something Stage

Last month I turned 25. It is a number I have always considered very angular, square, the king of the "odd" number kingdom. (I consider 24, on the contrary, king of the circular, even-number kingdom, much to my brother's disdain.) So, I've reached my mid-twenties, and I suppose I should feel a quarter life crisis, or a certain momentous change in my place in the world. I mean, my biological clock is TICKING!

I love talking to my friend Kelly, because she always, without fail, says, "This has been a really intense week for me. I've gone through a lot of change and personal growth." I laugh at her every time, because it seems ludicrous that every week should be momentous and full of change. But as I reflect on 25 and consider my options for internal crisis, I realize that my life has been quite like Kelly's. Like beads on a chain, or waves pulsing in a river, the adventures of these years have helped me to grow and change constantly, (a constant bumping, chattering, haltering, crashing...) from the boy I hardly remember being, into a young man that I feel quite comfortable being.

Today at work, (whoa, I have a REAL job? I MUST be 25!) we took a personality test and I was informed that this is me:



Boy oh boy, this guy with multiple faces, who seems to be dropping all of his things?? This is me? I don't know if this guy is 25. Or if this guy could have a REAL job. "Acquisitive"? "Scattered"?