Reassessment.

Recently, I have read about the so called mid-twenties crisis in Grazia. I thought it was just another pop-psychology, but then yesterday happened…
I went to my favourite club, Heaven as a +1 of my friend Susie, a Pilates instructor (one of her clients is no other than the manager of The Wombats). We did not enjoy the gig. The Wombats are too simple, in my opinion, and my ears, trained on Radiohead and the Foals, did not quite appreciate their Liverpudlian chants. The afterparty was held in Mahiki and as we were on all and every possible guestlist that night, we thought we’d give it a chance. Besides, I like Mahiki. Sam was not there, but I should not have worried as drinks were free and music as pathetic as always. But hey, you don’t go to Mahiki to dance to DeadMau5 now, do you? Another barman, thankfully, remembered me from the past summer and I was served Diet Cokes instead of rum-filled cocktails. Here you go, I did not want to drink. Mid-twenties crisis, anyone?
I was not enjoying myself. I felt tense and bothered and weary and a little bit tired. There I was, in the middle of a party of a successful band, after the sold-out show, rubbing shoulders with their Norwegian bass player… And I did not want any of that. Mid-twenties crisis, anyone?

I got up and went home. Is this the infamous autumn depression? Is this really a mid-twenties crisis? Is this because of lack of surfing, anti-clubbing moods I’ve been in, suddenly ageing a few years, the newly ignited passion for America and still burning passion for Portugal? Am I in the process of reassessing my values? Is my youth going?

Man, how I don’t want to grow old and bored!!!