More than once I’ve been told “What can a twenty-something know about life? What have you experienced?”
It upsets and angers me.
Is there like an “certain” age when I’m supposed to be like “Yes, now I know about life, now I’ve experienced everything”?
Yes, I’m aware that a lot of people are using “You don’t know my life, so don’t judge me” as an excuse for, let’s say, not so smart life choices. So, it sort of becomes a stupid cliche.
And those who actually mean it, because there really is a story behind, sometimes tragic, traumatic, sad, hurtful, are hurt because someone allows himself/herself think that they know better.
Guess what? No, you don’t know better.
We all have our stories. At any age.
A 5 year old maybe have experienced more pain than a 25 year old.
A 23 year old maybe have struggled more than 40 year old.
Experiences doesn’t have age.
Yes, I might be young, but I know some stuff, been through some stuff.
But what do I know about life? I’m too young to talk about it, right?
Please, judge me, because you’re way older than I am. You’ve seen everything.
Thoughts that keep me up at night. 