Quarter Life

Another year, and you find that now:

• You fail to recognise the music being played when you enter a coffee shop.


• You are entirely capable of having a conversation with teenagers without having any idea of what they've said.


• You think that Lycra is cheap.


• You can be grouchy and you don't suffer jackasses gladly.


• You may not know what you want or where you're going but you know without a doubt whom you don't want to be around.


• You have little tolerance for people who think very differently from you and insist on preaching all the time.


• You're in love with structured fabrics and your favorite brands are Van Heusen Woman and Allen Solly.


• You don't feel comfortable wearing stilettos all day long, and it doesn't bother you.


• You don't equate looking sexy with revealing flesh.


• You can legitimately use the phrase 'when I was young' even if it's only to say things like '...we didn't have cell phones in school'.


• You can imagine life without SMS.


• You actually know what to do when an audio cassette loses its tension.


• You no longer particularly care for T-shirts.


• You've stopped thinking in terms of a happily ever after.
  


• 18 years old: Misologist, naïve.
• 20 years old: Misoneist, comfortable.
• 22 years old: Misandrist, suspicious.
• 24 years old: Misogamist, undecided.


• You live life in shades of grey.


• You know that your life doesn't look like what you want it to and you're learning how to deal with disappointment.


• You don't give a damn about what anyone else says about you.


• You're no longer sure you know your way around.


• You're not willing to waste time on getting revenge but that doesn't mean that you're willing to forget (or forgive).


• You know that you can flirt but you have absolutely no desire to spend time talking to random guys who mean nothing to you. You just wish you had been that good at it when you were 16.


• You stop making friends with people merely because it's convenient. Your best friend isn't the kid next door who's like a parasite living off your toys.


• You choose your friends carefully; they're people whom you genuinely like and respect, and they're don't all live just around the corner.


• You think that there's nothing cool about not being in control; you've almost completely stopped drinking, forget about getting drunk.


• You realise that you not only draft virtually everything in points -- plaints must be drafted in consecutively numbered paragraphs, double spaced and in font size 14 -- but that you also think in points.