Yes, it is an official medical term and yes, I am suffering from it. It’s the feeling that creeps in when all your friends are moving into the next phase of life, and you are stagnating like a puddle of water in the Jukskei stream. They all have new jobs, are becoming real people and have real responsibilities. You, however, are still holed up in the Academia bubble which is Stellenbosch, pretending the real world never existed.
You want to dress like a rockstar and look like a model, but your energy levels just do not accommodate such luxuries. You want a fancy car, but then you realise that you walk everywhere and not only can you not afford the premiums or the lifestyle, you can’t afford petrol. You eye out the pretty first year in your class, until you realise that he was in Std 4 when you were in College. Disgusting. It’s not paedophilia, it’s just silly. I doubt the boy can even relate to “I got hugs for you/if you were born in the 80’s/the 80’s”.
You get annoyed with people in Mercury, because you’re “Too old for this shit”, and at the same time lament the fact that you no longer know anyone in Bohemia because, when you went out, you used to be the big cheese. It’s a mission to go out on a Wednesday night (because there are like, other people there), but you hate to go out on a Monday where it feels dead.
I’m officially stuck in the twilight which is the space between real life, and the endless ream of paperwork which is post-grad living.
On an unrelated topic, but one completely worth mentioning, Vulcans are amazingly hot. They strike the right balance with me.
Go forth and prosper.
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