I'll soon be turning 25. This scares me immensely. In the past year I have started to feel a gentle nudge towards settling down, taking my career seriously and getting MARRIED. Funnily enough, individually these things don't worry me, I'm in a long term relationship and I guess marriage would be the next logical step in a few years. Rent is crazy in Dublin so when I come home it makes sense to think about buying a place of our own and the career thing...well, I'm not a very motivated person work wise. I don't mind working, I just don't like to have to extend myself too much, basically, I'm lazy.
Put those three ideas together and you've got a load on my mind. I still feel like I'm about 20, still stay out until 6 am on a Friday night and/or Saturday night, still watch Hollyoaks and crappy coming of age American serials -- I don't wanna grow up!!
On a (more) superficial level, my mid twenties are not being kind, I've definitely put on some weight since I left Ireland (this may also be connected to the excess drinking....and the mcdonalds down the road...and er...the KFC) and I honestly think I am getting a varicose vein in my foot. Can you even get them in your foot? It looks nasty, I'm blaming the flip flops. Oh yeah Havaianas are the cats pyjamas until your veins start to look like licorice whips. The worst though is the bingo wing syndrome on my upper arms - reminds me of Bo Selecta in such a horrible way.
My boyfriend (hereby known as Mr. T) hates me being pessimistic so I shall endaevour to look on the bright side. Hey, at least I might stop getting asked for ID everywhere I go sometime soon.