Before I share my story, I will say this: I have a friend who met her husband on Tinder. I met him, he seems really great, and they are very happy together! So I'm not completely knocking Tinder ...
Despite having 'boyfriends' in middle school, I never had a first date until I was almost 25 years old.
I always claimed to be a “jack of all trades, master of none” … on my good days, I was a little proud of this, but most days it was said with a hint of shame behind the words. I struggled for years believing I was inadequate compared to my friends -- they all seemed to have a thing, a specialty, a niche. I admired a lot of their interests, but I truly believed I couldn’t love the same things as any them. I had a friend who danced, a friend who learned sign language, a few friends who read -- I know, it seems stupid to think "My friends like books, so I can't like books." ... even though I loved reading and read so much as a child. But this is how I truly felt as a teenager! I didn't want to step on anyone's toes -- or worse, try to become knowledgable about something but come across as a fool because my friend was the "expert".
Both my Grandpa and my Dad didn't finish their university degrees. My Mom took some college courses, but didn't go for a degree. There was a lot of (internal) pressure for me go to university, to get a degree, and to do something big with my life.
I'm not a fan of reading classics -- I'm sorry, I know the stories are classic for a reason, and I'm sure they're all very good reads! But I have a hard time motivating myself to try. I didn't read Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen until my early 20s, and even then I had to immerse myself into some adaptations in order to understand the story. I tried reading it when I was 17 first, and I struggled. Fear not: I now love the story, and I'd be happy to read any of Austen's other works!
Tomorrow has no mistakes yet.