When i hit my 20's

I thought by the time i hit my 20s, I'd be a genius in the kitchen. I imagine myself whipping up delicious meals for my friends and family without an effort. I see them salivating at the mere whiff of my culinary perfection, while i smile smugly looking at their awed faces.
TRUTH: i can't even boil an egg without making a huge mess of myself.

I was told that by the time i hit my 20's, my raging hormones would start to settle itself down and I'd at last be free of teenage acnes. I was made to believe that I'd have flawless skin and a beautiful complexion, and that I'd be pretty like a princess.
TRUTH: why in the world do i still look like a pizza-faced teenager?

I thought that when i hit my 20s, I wouldn't be so bogged down by petty complaints; that I'd be mature enough to accept mean people as they are, and not be bothered by their inability to be nice or civilized.
TRUTH: I'm still very easily hurt by thoughtless words.

I thought that by time I hit my 20s, my age would finally catch up with my height and people would finally learn to stop staring at me like I'm a freak of nature just because I'm taller than the average school girl.
TRUTH: People still look at me weird
(maybe for reasons other than my height??)

I used to believe that when i hit my 20s, I'd have the answers to all my burning questions and I'd have the world all figured out.
TRUTH: Not the case at all.

Hmmm... maybe hitting my 30s is a better benchmark, huh??