Thursday, 15 September 2011

Quarter-Century Crisis

Did you know quarter-century crisis is an actual thing?

I’ve been suffering with some well and truly abnormal (at least abnormal for me) dreams lately. And it’s slowly driving me crazy.

So in an attempt to work out why I’m being pledged with dreams that aren’t very me I did some research. It turns out around the age of 25 your brain goes crazy.

We all know about mid-life crisis where men buy sports cars and women have facelifts. But it turns about before then a lot of people have something called a quarter-century crisis.

It’s when your brain switches to being adult. You’re brain stopped thinking about fun, drinking, sex and starts thinking about family, house, and marriage. In a nutshell it’s the start of your biological clock ticking.

The reason I’m having messed up dreams is because I’m too logical to want these things. So to get its point across my biological clock is invading my dreams. My dreams, where naked men and a murderous clown use to live. Damn I miss that clown. 20 years he’s been trying to kill me and I’m still here.

Now my dreams are a place of horror where Mr. X, fully clothed I might add, lives. And he’s not alone in there. There is a gorgeous house on a lake and a small person, a person, some might call a baby. The 3 of us live in said house, together. And the most horrifying part is I’m handcuffed. I’m in a tiny pair of handcuffs, so small they’re only fit on my ring finger.

It’s truly horrifying I know.

With my 25th birthday still 8 months away, I'm worried, what if these dreams get worse? I really can’t take much of this. What happens if dream me has twins or worse...... buys a minivan? ...Let’s not joke about such horrific things.

If this is the start of my quarter-century crisis, something tells me we’re all in trouble. Sane me is hard enough for someone people to handle so forget about crazy, biological clock clicking, brain gone crazy me. Although on the brightside it would make for some entertaining blogs.

Anyways I’m off to do anything but sleep, (sleep in a scary, scary place right now) as always my dears stay safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch
xoxoxoxo

8 comments:

  1. I would like to request an extremely detailed blog post if it turns out that you eat that tiny person in your dreams.

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  2. Hilarious, I can just hear the fear in your voice as you said minivan.

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  3. You got me timbers shiverin' there for a mo...

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  4. I've heard of this crisis before but all I can say - and I'm well over 25 - is that you can fight it. Settling down, marriage and children were never on my agenda. In fact I've only settled down in the last few years.
    The other thing is that once you reach 24/25 your brain continues to think you're that age forever after that. Mentally I feel 24 and have done for years.
    Can't suggest anything to help with the dreams though.

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  5. Classic :-) This just made me laugh, we all share the fear of minivans and tiny little people who cry

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  6. I'm too sure I believe you. Clowns will always be the ultimate nightmare fuel lol.

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  7. i've never heard of the quarter century crisis, but i don't doubt it. turning 25 was a watershed birthday for me, looking back on it. lots changed, including how i thought and did things. 25 and 37:)

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