A Zillenial trying to make their way in the world...

Well. I'm writing this in 2025. I almost have my own Bridget Tice monologue: I'm 27 and I'm still living with my parents. My "higher education" is a GED. Luckily my dog is not dead. I drive a recently-bought 2005 Toyota Highlander (that I actually very much love). I have sciatica. I want to be a man. And I am very much still a virgin, I've never even kissed someone.

Technically in Generation Z, but I'm the youngest of *counts my fingers* 8 kids, and my older siblings are all Millennials, two of them even reaching for Gen X. I definitely relate more to Millenial-associated childhood experiences— TV shows, music, toys. So comparing myself to all my siblings, "late bloomer" is an understatement. I practically suffer from failure-to-launch syndrome. In my defence, most of my siblings moved out while getting married… against my defence, I haven’t gotten married yet. Which, I don’t even want! I don’t want to move out to get hitched, rather the opposite: I want to move out to be independent.

So this is my story, I’m finally writing it. Hold my hand (because I need it) as I finally step forward into life.