I suspect I’m in trouble and I’m in denial. Lots of it. According to society,that is.
In my defense, it is quarter life crisis.
Last Christmas eve, I hosted friends for dinner and we voiced all these things we would have achieved by this year’s Christmas eve. Well I can’t remember saying anything other than promising to make more female friends. Before you quiz my reasons, the ratio of male to female at the party was 3:1 and the guys really complained about it. 
The year is ending: 32 days left. To be frank, I had NO list of things to accomplish in 2010. All I wanted was to be ‘Young’: And I have: It’s been a ‘Young Year’ for me. As I sit here, taking account of what of my plans, I have met my goals. And consequences to pay heavily for.
I have successfully avoided any relations or associations that would have me labelled as ‘Mzee ni wewe’ (What does that mean?).
I had 2 close friends get married in the last 2weekends and all I did was seek road trips and drinkups plans to run out of town. In the end, I never turned up for any of the weddings despite numerous calls and texts in which I promised I would show up at the service then reception then evening party then BLANK.
4 of my friends have had babies in the last 2 months. I keep promising to go see their latest additions in vain. I’m always too ‘hangover’ed to go anywhere near screaming kids.
I have my thesis presentation due in few weeks time and I am way behind schedule. I have no time.
My kitchen sink drainage broke down in February,I am yet to fix it.
As people in my age group are getting married,engaged,delivering babies, I’m either firing up for or nursing a hangover, planning random road trips to avoid weddings, changing friends to younger groups who are not getting married,engaged,delivering babies…
I’m not sure for how long I will running from reality.
My mum keeps calling to complain about how lost I am from home (Consequences of being ‘Young’) and ask if anyone stressing me (Any ONE?). My partner got me into a conversation about wife material and hinted he is dying to have children. I told he him it was the alcohol talking, turned out I was the one on alcohol. My younger friends have started getting babies, rings on their fingers..Will I move to the teen age now? (Dare you say COUGAR!) *Sigh*
According to society, I should be acquiring wife material traits (What’s that anyway?), quit clubbing and looking for highs, wake up on Saturday morning to do general cleaning,(read laundry and house), start wearing pink or light green night dresses to bed instead of perfume, wear wigs, start talking of the biological clock (Huh?) et al.
In my defense, I’m a late bloomer. And I missed that class. Maybe. Sorta. Kinda.
