I am beginning to feel that I am regressing to my late teens. The proof? The last month has seen me experience/perpetrate the following:
- Attack of the Killer Zits. Seriously. I have a couple of 'spots' near my mouth that appear to have planted their roots and are cultivating a family. The bastards just will not go away.
- Organising to attend a Britney Spears concert
- Over-consumption of liquor leading to a flood of vodka-sodden tears, which consequently got me disallowed from the Gold Coast Casino (!!).
- Colouring my hair out of a packet.
- Indulging in lustful thoughts. About 20-year-olds.
- Running late to meet people because I have spent the morning 'taking care of business'.
- Considering going off the Pill.
- Out of control, mis-firing mojo.
I am yet to decide how I feel about this. I mean sure, I am only listing the silly things that I have been doing over the last month. There have been plenty of mature and life-changing epiphanies and activities in my financial and professional spheres. But the above list is long enough to be disturbing. The real question is - do I embrace my re-presenting 'youth', or do I beat her back into submission? Surely life is too short and I am far too young to be beating my 'youthfulness' into submission. But how many casinos do I need to be booted out of before enough is enough?
I'm not sure what is worse - being booted out of a venue when you're 26, or being booted out of a CASINO. They're supposed to let everyone in. The drunker the better - the lower ones capacity to keep hold of their money, the more desirable the customer. How embarrassment.
