Over the past few weeks, I’ve been grappling with something: there are no adults that I’m close to here or see consistently. My professors have a vague idea of who I am, but they aren’t the adult friends that I’m accustomed to having. Today and yesterday, however, I seem to have found my people. Let me tell you, Caryl from Health Services and Kat from Dining Services both brought HUGE smiles to my face. We chatted just a little unfortunately because they were busy, but it was such a treat to talk to such spectacular adults. I was definitely in my element with them and they were literally like the nicest people, wow.
While college is a time of independence, I didn’t necessarily realize how drastically the average age of my friend group would drop. Here, the closest people to an adult that I see frequently are 21. It’s so youthful and energetic being surrounded by fellow kids: but I miss when the average age of my friends was somewhere like 45. I had my mahjong friends in their 70-80s, my volunteer group from 28-70, my parent’s friends, my friend’s parents, and my friends from school.
I think, in the future, I’ll be hesitant to take for granted the diversity of friends that I have. I think ageism should be abolished, each person is unique and honestly, people of different ages are so stimulating to talk to. You get immersed in varying vocabulary levels from 4-year-olds to 85-year-olds, you get advice all across the board, and you get a glimpse into what the future holds for you (or what the past held).