*Disclaimer: I wrote this with information I knew at the time. Details may be shifting, but this was what was known upon time of publishing.*
I woke up this morning knowing I wanted to write a blog post, but had no idea what it would be. And then I opened Facebook.
“Shooting at Orlando Gay a Nightclub Kills 50,” read the headline of an article dozens of my friends have shared.
June is Pride Month, a time of celebration for my community. And then this happens. It is being called the largest mass shooting in modern history. Andthough there is some debate over whether it was related to ISIS, it was also a hate crime, plain and simple.
Here at “Opera Camp,” I’m surrounded by a huge variety of people. And, as the cheesy saying goes, “I keep getting older as those interns stay the same age.”
I can’t be sure, but I would guess that if you averaged out the ages of all of the seasonal employees here, it would be about 24. That means that my subset of “acceptable age range” friends is getting smaller every year.
It’s been made painfully clear to me lately how socially starved I have become over the past year after moving to Delaware, so I find myself grasping at any and all social events this summer.
So if I decide that I want to put myself out there and be social for the first time in years, I have a few choices:
I can have “quiet nights in” with some friends closer to my age (though my demographic is quite small) which is pretty much like my last five years has been if I’m being generous, or go out for dinner and spend way too much money. This is also keeping my friend circle quite small and homogenous, meaning: late 20s to early 30s women who work in the costume shop…
I can drink hard ciders on the porch with a wider group of people, most of whom are 20-26 years old. I get to meet new people from other areas and allow myself to have some silly fun for the first time in years. And many of these people actually have more common interests with me than people my own age.