Oh, to be 21

Unfortunately, 21 was a very sad time for me because my father died :-(

Very unsettled. I was in an emotionally abusive marriage, and was the victim of very bad counseling. Wouldn't EVER want to go back to those days...(shudder)

Looking back, I was queen of the world! The year I turned 21, I graduated from art school and began an apprenticeship with a very strong artist back in Chicago. Got dumped by my fiance (first heartbreak). When he tried to come back, I no longer wanted him haha. Did the disco thing to the max, every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday night. Screwed whoever I wanted (pre-AIDS, post-BC pills). 21 was sweet.

Moved away from home, into the big city, in my first appartment! It was mine, but shared it with my best buddy, and that was excellent! We did almost everything together, except for the last three years! Even our military service we spent in the same company.

yup, sharing was the name of the game....

Almost through university, involved with the wrong woman, but it was university :cool: Had a blast.

God 21 !! Such a long time ago !!

Was halfway thru the third year at the uni (in a 4 yr course), already had a job with one of the best companies in the world, having two affairs at the same time.....

Life was good back then .....

eoe's an artist! I didn't know that!

Lesse -- when I was 21 I completely corrupted a potential priest (he was already mostly corrupted before he met me), turned down a marriage proposal from him, broke his heart, and generally was a little strumpet. Worked at the book store and at the office while going to school. Started (!) taking ASL classes. Took up with a gorgeous guy, found out that this other guy my friend had been trying to set me up forever with was his identical twin brother. Liked the first one better. Lived in a housing co-op. This weird semi-punk scientist guy with attitude wanted to live there, and started pursuing me. Beat out identical twin #1 and Guitar Guy (another suitor.) Married him four years later.

Flew off to England for a 6-month stay at the very end of my 21st year. Wow. It was a good one.

I think I was 'guitar guy' at 21 as well...check out this thread to read some material from my youth, and some great posts by other A2Kers (feel free to submit):

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=9948

Aargh. Things were awful for me at 21. I had a sick baby whose father (my first husband) gave me no emotional support. I drowned my sorrows in Dunkin' Donuts.

Happily, life got much much better subsequently.

Not quite Dorothy Parker's "new peeled egg", but still shining bright. First love behind, marrriages yet to come and go, believed things work out, and now at almost three 21's, still do.

Ah, I turned 21 during my first year in Law School. I believe at this point, my roommate had already had a meltdown and was fleeing school. She just packed up one day and took everything she had, leaving just her bike because she couldn't fit it in her car. We (the landlady, who lived there, too, and I) had no idea where the roommate was and the roomie's mother didn't know, either. Lots of fun calming down the roomie's hysterical mother, long distance, in broken English. Roomie finally came waltzing into her parents' home four hours later and announced she'd quit Law School. Oh yeah, roomie also skipped out on the rent.

Anyway, I got to learn a lot about breach of lease, first-hand.

Hi, thank y'all for the responses. Sometimes, after I hit the "submit" button I have "poster's remorse." I think that no one is going to have any interest and, worse, folks will think of me as a complete (vs an incomplete) fool. -realjohnboy-

Good thread realjohnboy.

I was a student in Italy, when I was 21. I had a lot of friends. Read a lot, wrote a lot, studied a lot, partied a lot, learned a lot, travelled a lot. Had some sex, but I wished I had a lot. Had some worries, but no fears. Felt free.

Good times.