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And what I've come to observe is that when I investigate a little further into what others are up to these days, I can usually divide them into the following three groups:
1. The High Flyers. The city dwellers who haven't stopped working. The kind that don't have lunch they 'do' lunch and will often say 'I'll get that' when the bill arrives at the table. They have Filofaxes in their bag as a necessity not just as a fashion accessory in which to write 'go to mum's' in and they work 60+ hour weeks to live this life of luxury. They are highly motivated and ambitious and good on them for it but jeez louise I get exhausted if I don't have at least 3 tea breaks before noon!
2. The Mothers. The type of folk that actually have to look after another human being! A little creature's life is literally in their hands! They constantly have a wet wipe to hand and have the ability to burp their baby, whip up a roast, do Pilates and complete a Sudoku all in the time it would probably take me to decide on what shoes to wear for the day. They're constantly tired but never begrudge their little counterparts for it because essentially well...they're the ones that will be looking after you when you're an old codger so you wanna keep 'em sweet.
3. The Party Goers. The weekend warrior. Armed with a bottle of rose wine and the desire to demolish it straight from the bottle. This 27 year old seems to have found the source of endless youth like a dysfunctional Peter Pan and their eternal Neverland is the local disco every Friday and Saturday night. I am almost jealous of these folk, their livers seem to still fight back with the exuberance of youth after a night on the sauce and their hangovers are nothing compared to the heinous exorcism that my body experiences if I drink nowadays.
This social group will use any excuse to party:
Example Number 1
Partygoer No.1: Hey, it's Friday night and I've had a promotion at work shall we go out to celebrate?
Partygoer No.2: Sure, why not!
Example Number 2
Partygoer No.1: Hey, I didn't crash my car today and managed to do some grocery shopping, shall we go out to celebrate?
Partygoer No.2: Sure, why not!
Example Number 3
Partygoer No.1: Hey, it's a Wednesday night and Happy Hour somewhere in the world, shall we go out and celebrate?
Partygoer No.2: Sure, why not!
...and so on and so forth.
Me? Well I feel like I fit somewhere right down the middle. Yup that's me. Middle of the road Ruth. Not too crazy but not quite ready to settle. Ambitious yes but ambitious to be happy. Caring, of course but still too selfish to sacrifice my time to look after a mini- me.
I definitely feel like I'm in a transitional phase right now and I'm figuring out what I want from this funny old life.
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