It's official

I'm the oldest 26 year old in history.

Last weekend I indulged in excesses that would have been nothing more than a mere blip in my teenage years. Not so in my mid-20s it seems.

Four days later, and my feet still hurt from dancing in heels, my tummy is still griping from something I ate (or alcohol poisoning), and my memory remains firmly in a foetal position regarding some things better not recalled.

Don't get me wrong, I had a great time! But now I need a vacation to recover from my vacation. And it seems that two nights in a row of staying up until the wee hours of the morning are enough to prove that wild-times, short lived though they were, are firmly over. Could it be that I am officially... (gasp!), a grown up?

I'll consider it while I take another day to recover.

Self Preservation is

instinctive.

It's the reason why we clutch at our possessions the minute we think someone is going to take them away (I have that reaction when anyone comes near me when I'm eating chocolate), and perhaps why despite all our endeavours to be wonderfully selfless human beings, we will kick someone else to the curb if it means our survival depends on it.

It's just the way nature works.

It's the reason I'm taking a deep breath, and letting go of a lot of things, people, memories, and mementos.

I have to.

In the long-run, it's either me, or them.

And really, I'd much rather choose me.

So, in apology, I'll steal a really corny line and say, "It's a self-preservation thing, you see..."

Added to the list of things I just can't understand

The Jegging phenomenon.