Thanks! I think I feel exactly the same as you- mostly positive, but it does get me down sometimes. The trick is just not to let it get you too down, I guess. I'm still figuring that one out myself. If you ever need to talk, my DM offer still stands.

First of all, you're not alone. I just turned 25, been out of college for a year and a half now, and have been unemployed this. Whole. Time. I completely feel you on the stressed out, feeling hopeless thing. There are millions of us right now, it's not your fault and it won't be like this forever.

I just turned 25 this week myself. I noticed some lines around my eyes (I will not call them crows feet!) last year and slightly freaked out. I started using a retinol cream and I'm trying to drink a lot more water and they're barely visible now. I could do better with the SPF, but. Finally I just decided I don't give…

Normally I'd agree with you that it's impossible to predict this type of thing, but weed is so prevalent and so not a big deal that I can't really imagine any alternate version of my life where I never once tried any drug, ever. Maybe if I'd had no friends, never went to college, and become some kind of a born-again…

Really? Because both my parents were honest about their drug use when I was a teenager, and now my brothers and I... do drugs. But no one's a meth head or anything, and weed barely even counts as a drug, amirite? And my dad's "just pass the doobie along" drug talk with us was priceless.

I LOVE Jill Scott's lip color. I wonder if I could pull it off. And her glasses. And the tux jacket.

They are the shit, but I like to pretend they broke up in 2000. Their death knell was the sound of my dad saying "Hey, this song is pretty good! What band is this?" as American Idiot played on the radio D:

"Major in something you can get a job in" was unheard of in the years prior to 2008. Every single person in my life, from parents to grandparents to teachers to advisors all said to study what I loved, and so I did. Now... I kinda wish I'd focused a little more on the employability aspect. That's not to say that…

I look weird in pictures unless I'm drunk. But not really drunk to the point where my eyelids are drooping and I've got kinda of a perma half-smile thing going. Just pleasantly drunk. When I'm sober I'm kind of camera-shy and I look uncomfortable and a little frightened in every photo, like a baby deer about to be run…

It makes us angry! But then you stop caring after you turn 21 and then you mock people younger than you. Of course everyone still drinks heavily, but the fact that we could be killed in war before we could legally have a beer was the subject of many a heated debate during Government class. Right after the 'Bush is a…

I LOVED dodgeball in elementary school; I was a champion dodger and sneak attacker. It became a lot less fun in high school where guys on the baseball team could throw hard enough to leave a bruise. One nailed me in the side of the face and knocked my glasses off and I was seriously groping around on the floor to find…

Worse than being picked last: being last on the court during Elimination Volleyball. The whole class divides into teams of 20 and as each team gets a point, they get to eliminate someone from the other team- the best players first. I was the last one left on my team, the smallest, worst athlete, standing alone in the…

Hahahah, *I* appreciated this comment. You got the funnies! And even if you were being completely serious the mental image alone made me guffaw.

I dunno, I thought that 'posthaste' part really classed it up.

I love seeing old timey photos in color. Because I know everything wasn't really in black and white back then, but it's really hard to visualize. I can't help but picture it all in B&W.

Um no, idiot, that would be skin. Bet you didn't even know skin was an organ! Mind blown, right? Maybe you should rethink your stance on actual science in public schools, fool.

I've been here my whole life. Da 303, what what!?!

I love that weird ass statue! I can't believe they're considering taking it down. It won't be the same going to DIA without it's demonic glowing eyes welcoming me.

I think they're supposed to be artistic depictions of the horrors of colonialism and like the tyranny of the first world or something. But apparently there are a ton of conspiracy theories surrounding them.

Yeah I love those effed up murals and the demon horse! And I've been in the basement of DIA, ain't nothing there but boring hallways.