A Day In The Life of A Twenty-Something Year Old City Girl.
A step by step guide to being a melodramatic twenty-something girl in NYC.
Wake up to your alarm going off. It’s your day off and you forgot to turn off your damn alarm. Hit snooze ten times.
Get into your workout clothes that make you feel hot. You’re finally going to go to that pilates class today.
Lay back down on your bed and scroll through instagram for about an hour. Forget what time it is and totally miss your workout class. Get mad at yourself because you’re sure Bella Hadid doesn’t miss her pilates class, dammit why can’t you have a cowboy boyfriend too? Take your yoga mat and do a few sit ups, then scroll on your phone again. Ponder on whether you should share a generic infographic on your story. Put your phone away because the internet scares you. Take a cute mirror photo in your workout clothes and post it to your story. Nobody needs to know.
Go get an iced coffee and a bagel across the street for breakfast. You’ll wonder why you feel neurotic and anxious later, but you’ll never put the pieces together that it’s the deli iced coffee coursing through your veins at 100 miles an hour.
Sit on your couch and watch The Real Housewives of Some Place while scrolling through your phone. Find a photo of a girl who was in your middle school geometry class getting engaged and text it to your childhood best friend with something along the lines of “new engagement on the timeline” or “child bride”. Smile while you text said childhood best friend. Make plans to call and catch up soon. Get a little sad because you miss living across the street from said friend, get a little happy because you will always love her.
Take a look at the “to do” list you made for yourself when you were being ambitious about your day off. Do one small task on there like: change your sheets, and feel accomplished. Sit back on the couch and watch another few episodes. Check your bank account which is alarmingly low. Goddamit. Check if the guy you’ve been talking to has watched your story. If yes #winning. If not #shouldIkillmyself?
Check your group chat for plans. Realize you have no idea who they are dishing about and get too lazy to scroll up. Start getting ready to go meet your friends at the park.
Go through a few outfits for way too long. It’s the perfect day to wear that cute dress you got months ago. Check the weather. It’s too damn humid for that and you don’t want your ass to make contact with the subway seats. End up wearing the same uniform you wore yesterday. Hey, it’s consistent for a reason.
Leave your house way later than you said you would. Text your friends “gonna be a little late! The train is being crazy rn” as you exit your front door.
Watch your friends find my friends locations slowly move towards the meeting point. It’s so fun watching your little sims move around the city. Oh damn, someone else is actually stuck on the train right now. Your story is perfect.
Read your book on the train that has been taking you months to get through. Try to see if there are any other hot people reading on the train. There will be, try to look more mysterious to see if they’ll notice you. You’ve been following hotdudesreading on instagram since you were 13.
Meet friends at said park spot. Get lost in conversation for hours. There is much to talk about and much to ponder with your crew. Life is good, friends are good. You are content.
Decide whether or not you will go out with them after. Remember the previous bank account balance and decide to go home. Be proud of yourself for being responsible (for once).
Leave said park with a lust for life and a little tipsy. Put on the perfect “pondering on your way home” playlist and realize your phone is at 10%. Hot girls never have a charged phone…right?
Get on the train (Q train back into Manhattan to be specific), look over the skyline as the train passes through Brooklyn and Manhattan and let a single tear roll from your face. Your life is a movie… Think about how much you love your friends and let yourself revel in that moment.
Check previous instagram story to see who liked it. Any news to see if said hot guy checked it? Goddamit why do you care if a man sees this. This is so antifeminist of you, You am a grown woman! God this song makes feel dramatic. Put on your favorite song from 2013 on and rock out.
Get a tasty street from the deli on your walk back home. Go to check your phone and realize it died. Revel in the city noise on your walk back and go wow isn’t it so nice to be disconnected.
Plug your phone back in when you stumble back into your apartment. Wash your face/brush your teeth/take a shower and think, wow you are so responsible.
Lay in your bed and text your friends “love you guys” while they drunkily profess their love to this group chat with a few too many people. Being a girl is so fun.
Put on a guided meditation, do it for a few minutes, get bored, turn it off. Hey at least you tried.
Lay in bed and start to drift off, wonder which side character from your past will wander into your dreams tonight.
Wake up at 3 am startled that the lights are still on and be confused as to how you fell asleep with the lights on...again.
Turn off the lights and cuddle your pillow. Another day awaits.