With my mid-20’s being a couple sleeps away, I have come to
a realisation that the decisions we take at that age are a lifetime agreement.
To elaborate, whatever choice you make now, be it unprotected sex; a bank loan;
what you apply on your face; your friends and whomever you decide to invest in
emotionally, at this confusing age, is a launchpad that will either make or
break the rest of your life.
Most of us can admit that our matric years were not as
complicated as we thought they were. The real stuff comes when you have to take
a decision that will benefit your life rather than the person. If you thought
that your lying to your parents about extra classes in high school because they
would not let you date; now imagine the exhaustion of having to choose your (potential)
spouse over the disapproval of your parents!
It is pretty hectic too when you are not satisfied in the
job that you thought was the bomb.com while slaving through tertiary; only to
find a horrible boss whom makes your Sunday afternoon a prelude to the hell-hole
you call work. Your Saturday on the other hand is either occupied by waking up
an hour later to your weekday schedule and either be filled with domestic chores
or spending it trying to ‘kick back’ on things you wish you just could have
stayed at home and prepared in your kitchen.
So now that you blew your money over the weekend, all you
can do on the grumpy morning is to make sure that alarm is not snoozed so that
you can beat the morning rush, only to see the face that has become too familiar
in your anxiety attack, your boss. Because after all, you need to make up your
financial slack and burdens that await you!
A week is too short to have time to you really. You may call
that trip to the salon to ‘pamper’ the queen that you are, but let’s be honest,
how many times have you found yourself stressing about the hairstyle that you
do not entirely trust? Moreover, when the debit from that salon is approved, it
doesn’t take long before the picture-perfect hairstyle is destroyed in your
sleep. So you make sure they finish on time while the sun’s lighting still permits
you to take selfies of that gorg hair-do because we all know, it shall never be
the same tomorrow morning.
This is where you decide if you should join the baby boom
with the rest of your peers in fears that by the time you decide to multiply,
your friends have long left the discussions that once-upon-a-time left you
bored and picking on your manicure while they fussed on topics such as how to
treat stretch marks that come with the pregnancy or play-dates at crèche, sisi,
your friends are now going to vacations as their children now babysit
themselves.
As if that’s not enough, some of us grow into body induced
by the zero-chilled growth spurts. You are now pressured society’s
ever-changing opinion on which body type is in style. I mean I’m in my mid-20’s
and still get upset by what’s trendy and won’t fit me! You know very well that if you don’t shape up
soon, you’ll never be a yummy mummy in your 40s! How must bae’s people see you
now when you have get-togethers and love handles be spilling all over the
place, or yet still- people think you’re his aunt!!!
I am a confused, young cheri, who faces challenges that I am
sure you all have one way or another have gone through. Please come with me.
These are my chronicles…
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