That's the length of a nap.
It's the age I think many really stop and wonder how they are going to navigate their way through adulthood. Should you start investing? Take a trip? Buy a lottery ticket? Get a tattoo? Start your own business?
At this point you might have:
- learned how to be in the workplace
-experienced an intimate relationship
-lived with someone other than family
-traveled to another country
And if becoming an "adult" begins at the age of 20-21; once you can legally consume alcohol in the world, then in your thirties, surely you should be close to a career.
And yes, there are a lot of exceptions which include people starting work at a younger age, therefore starting careers in their early-mid twenties.
And there are other situations too.
For the sake of this post, let's say you come from a family who supported your decisions and helped you pay for your first car or college tuition. Let's say you had a public education from kindergarten to graduation and wanted to be a journalist. Your 17 or 18 years of experience on this planet are allegedly enough years for you to determine what to be for the rest of your life.
One night, you're just about finished college and want to celebrate with your besties. In a couple more months you'll be twenty years old. You decide to go out, hit downtown and get some drinks. First stop is the liquor store. A six-pack and a bottle of Jager. You decided to be the designated driver tonight; you weren't drinking anyway. The phone rings so you pull over into a spot marked for a handicapped person. The officer approaches your vehicle while you ask your girl on the phone if she's working the club and can get you guys in tonight. You look at the clock and it says 10:36PM.
From the corner of your eye you see a badge on a shoulder and think nothing. Instead what comes out of your mouth is, 'Oh! I'm not parking here I'm just making a phone call.' "NO. YOU'RE NOT PARKING HERE. HANG UP. TURN OFF THE ENGINE AND GIVE ME THE KEYS." It wasn't one of those security guards you find sometimes in parkades. The police officer throws your keys on the outside of the windshield as you step out of your car. Your friend seated in the backseat was asked to open the plastic bag which had your beers in it. A second police officer finds your other friend in the front with his finger on the open bottle of Jager. Open? You look over at him and your face must be pissed because he immediately looks down. This is what you get for being the designated driver? No. This is what you get for parking illegally. 'I am so stupid.' you think to yourself as the officer flips through his little black book of codes for the one that references parking in a handicapped stall. "Are you cold? You're shaking." He says to you, one eyebrow perked up. And you, standing there with your arms crossed in a tank top over a neon yellow lace bralette say something like, 'no. I should be petrified. I've never felt so stupid in my life. I'm the D.D. I'm usually responsible.' And you can't remember if you see him smirk or not but he calls over to the second officer and asks if he can remember the violation for parking in a handicapped stall. The second officer is in the middle of tossing a can of beer across to your friend about 5 feet, watching him open them as they blow up. He threw each beer one by one and watched them foam all over your friend as he poured them out, no doubt there was a smirk on that officer's face. You keep wondering if they're going to arrest you, or take your car away. The officers each write one ticket for open alcohol in public and hand one to you and your friend. You get another ticket for parking illegally. You thank the officer and get back in your car. The three of you pull out of the parkade and turn left, back towards the liquor store. It's 11:02PM.
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The meaning of the number 26 is wealth and prosperity. Considering the world over, I'd say that both of those things attract the majority. So I guess if you see the number twenty-six you should prepare for rewards or money?
Maybe, maybe no. It's interesting if you wanna get into numerology.
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