Quarter Century
Feeling in a pre-birthday contemplative mood/strop.
When I was in my early twenties I actively looked forward to my birthday, because my life really was getting better with age. I mean, I grew out of being miserable and insecure, made amazing friends, started to work out who I am, even stopped gaining self esteem through casual sex. I was on the up baby!
Now, the biggest achievement I have is being married, and no offence to Him but that was never on my wish list (have I mentioned that before? I have deja vu...)
I have no money, lots of debt, a job I am rapidly coming to hate over the last little while, due to the joys of my role being 'adapted' to suit the new team structure (for adapted read 'turned into a tedious admin nightmare of a marketing role' - sorry, didn't I quit marketing because I HATED it?![have I told you that story? Remind me to tell it sometime, it's actually quite funny])
What else? Well, I hate Essex, and have no real option to move right now. But you already know all about that.
Basically, I'm pissed off.
I mean, I have plans for the future, such as our round the world trip in our 30th year, and the hope of doing my MA. But they're so far in the future as to be almost imaginary dreams.
25. Pile of shite. My birthday is officially cancelled (though if people want to send me random presents just because they love me, that would be fine).
When I was in my early twenties I actively looked forward to my birthday, because my life really was getting better with age. I mean, I grew out of being miserable and insecure, made amazing friends, started to work out who I am, even stopped gaining self esteem through casual sex. I was on the up baby!
Now, the biggest achievement I have is being married, and no offence to Him but that was never on my wish list (have I mentioned that before? I have deja vu...)
I have no money, lots of debt, a job I am rapidly coming to hate over the last little while, due to the joys of my role being 'adapted' to suit the new team structure (for adapted read 'turned into a tedious admin nightmare of a marketing role' - sorry, didn't I quit marketing because I HATED it?![have I told you that story? Remind me to tell it sometime, it's actually quite funny])
What else? Well, I hate Essex, and have no real option to move right now. But you already know all about that.
Basically, I'm pissed off.
I mean, I have plans for the future, such as our round the world trip in our 30th year, and the hope of doing my MA. But they're so far in the future as to be almost imaginary dreams.
25. Pile of shite. My birthday is officially cancelled (though if people want to send me random presents just because they love me, that would be fine).
posted by Mookmoo at 2:56 pm
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