Monday 29 October 2012

Sunday 14 October 2012





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On the last tube home i met a drunk 30 year old man who wouldn't stop talking about his life and how it's going so quickly and it's TIME he HAS to settle down and have some babies and propose to his girlfriend. Didn't sound very happy about it... And didn't seem to understand that he didn't HAVE to.
It was a weird kind of serendipity; i'd been thinking for the past week how my closest friends seem sorted, with boyfriends they are in love with and want to marry and have babies with. It had been getting me down - i think because they have a lovely stable looking future and i have no plans for my life whatsoever. Seemed like the times you hear about ('when you hit your 20's', 'so embarrassing when you can't bring a date') were starting to roll in. 
But i found myself really defending the fact that there are no rules to life, no set absolute timeline, and the things we think we want, or maybe just feel obliged to do like this poor bastard, have maybe just been drummed into us by films and media and governments wanting to keep us predictable and in neat consumer groups. And that doesn't actually sound fun. So i thought maybe i need to stop whining - whiners are wieners - and rinse this golden age of being single and having a young body that can withstand what i put it through and get back at it.
So, i got wasted in a pool all night and somehow didn't care anymore.