This weekend I did many things that I normally do not do, which, let me tell you, is a very good thing (DC, I love you, but sometimes I think we should see other people). One thing that I did was read a book that is not on the list.
I read this book because someone loaned it to me with instructions to read it along with a very lengthy story about why I should read it. It's called The Defining Decade, and essentially its argument is that many twenty-somethings sort of waste their twenties being childish and acting as though they have all this time later to get things together, when in reality this decade establishes your options later, for better for for worse. Within that broad topic area, it specifically focuses on career/education and dating/marriage.
The person recommending the book told me it was the perfect book for someone my age (though he was a year off in his guess at my age, so maybe it is only almost perfect?); that said, however, I'm not exactly sure what to make of the recommendation. Also worth noting, this guy is not even five years older than me (I suppose he can claim a sort of older brother role in my life?).
Perhaps my favorite part of all of this is that the entire time he was telling me about this book and essentially instructing me to act like an adult, I was playing with neon green play-dough (and nodding my head earnestly).
Actually, though, this was an excellent book for me to read right now.
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