Isn't it strange how we each subconsciously rebel about things?
For example, I have discovered that I have started to do the exact opposite of my parents - just because they do things, I realise that I do the opposite without knowing it.
For example, when I was on holiday in France this summer, I decided that going to the gym would do me some good and said I would join one. When I get back, my 52 year old father starts going to the gym every day for at least 3 hours...doing sit ups in front of the TV, talking with frightening seriousness about 'pumping iron' and coming back from the tanning salon looking like a well cooked thermidore.
I now take vitriolic pride in not going to the gym, sleeping all day, being pasty, joining a chocolate tasting club and wearing elasticated waist trousers.
e.g. 2 - My parents are untidy hoarders.
So I have taken it upon myself to start trashing and selling all of my belongings that I do not see as necessary. Most CDs, books and DVDs are for sale on Amazon's Marketplace and selling well. Other detritus I have considered eBaying now gets binned to save hassle. I have got rid of so much stuff that I am now dismantling the empty shelving units from my room. I've always felt a freenig of my mind when I stay in hotel rooms where there is no clutter - no piles of papers to sort through, no objects that need attention. Perhaps this is what I'm striving for - a homogenised Linton Travel Tavern room where I will reside like Alan.
Am I going through a quarter-life crisis? Will I perchase a Corby trouser press to dismantle?
I'll keep you posted.