26

No thinner; perhaps fatter. No higher or lower in the job spectrum. Earning a fat sum, yes; but nowhere near the managerial/owning my own bmw dream. No, this was not what I'd envisioned for myself at twenty-six.

There's one thing I've gained on and that's definitely disillusionment. They should teach more of the morose poems at school. At least we'd know what we were in for later in life that way. Poems like ode on a grecian urn don't exactly tell us that it's the corporate backstabbing bitch who'll win at the end of the day even though you were right all along. Oops there I go sounding disillusioned again.

Also, there go the romantic dreams. It takes money to make your world go round, and a whole lot of it, too. So I'm nowhere nearer to that sole dream of owning a BMW and it doesn't look like I ever will unless I win a lottery (but then I don't buy lottery tickets) or some rich relative (who doesn't exist at the moment) suddenly crops up and leaves me all his/her wealth.

Right now all that exists is that 30 is getting awfully closer and it doth not look goode. Need to make babies fast before my eggs run out. I'm kidding.

So what ought one hope to achieve at 26? There are people my age who've achieved celebrity fame, who've gotten married and made babies, who've become managers, who've become rich; hell, at least some of them have left this goddam country. The only country I can hope to leave this one for is my country of origin and that day, hopefully draws ever nearer.