Looking back

As 2014 draws near, I can't help but to get a little melancholic looking and thinking back of the past year. Partly because the period is about due soon, I find myself having emotional issues that I can find no reason for. The expectations I have of everyone around me don't match what I've been provided with and this makes me feel terrible inside. And for as long as I've lived, this has been the root of all my unhappiness - I finally realized that all the unhappiness I have been bottling up stemmed from the aforementioned.

I don't remember anything I've done for myself and I don't recall any achievement which I've proudly etched to the wall of fame. Say from apart from the quite useless advanced diploma in business management that I've obtained, there's nothing more I've added to my belt this year.

Vivid enough however, was 25 February where something magical happened and 9 March. And 28 August when my world collapsed. Ever since, I've become quite out of touch with myself. Picked up an obsession with working out and losing it recently due to the festive season. Spending lots of money without having a clear picture of my ROI, pretending to be Paris Hilton and not wanting to finish the last few chapters of 1Q84. The year has gone by in a blur. Most of the time, I had no idea what I was doing.

Actually, it really doesn't matter/hurt anymore. But I don't know why, every time I feel low, I find myself running back to 25 February.

Today, I shared with my colleague that I finally found the reason why fewer women want to give birth these days. The reason: their friends who get married and have babies before they do. Here's why:

• Your married and was once impregnated friend messages you every day to talk about the baby that she has given birth to.
• Every motherfuggin entry these women post on every motherfuggin social media platform is photos of their babies, articles they chance upon somewhere relating to motherhood and babies, and how China is making soup out of fetuses and coating them in batter before throwing them into pots of boiling oil. 

I'm definitely not sore because I'm single and have no babies. I just really want to let you know, if you're one of these girls, that you are annoying. And your baby is just going to be another human being. And just for your info, your vagina has expanded in size by at least three inches after childbirth. Because you're forever talking about the baby, your husband finds your married life revolving around another human being instead of him. Don't let your husband contribute another head count to the rising rate of infidelity and please, cut everyone some slack by knowing the fact that our lives don't have to revolve around your baby.