A couple of days ago, I saw an interesting tweet which went something like "RIP to everyone dying to be somebody else". My initial reaction was 'hehehe.Must.Retweet.This' but after giving it thought it hit me, I am that person dying to be somebody else... almost, ok kinda.

Now don't get me wrong Im happy with my life and there isnt anybody I would rather be. However, while I lie in bed cuddled up with a book on a friday night I tend to think: If each of our lives were categorised like music, I would be in the RnB section whilst most of my peers are in the RocknRoll section [Damn, even the alternative and house sections have more fun]. I can't help but wonder if I am missing it all.

The parties, the sex, the drugs. Rubbing shoulders (among other things) with A-listers, B even C-listers anything as long as my name is on every guest list. The exotic get aways, running wild, dancing on tables and skinny dipping the night into morning. Making endless memories and plently of stories to tell to the kids one day.

But we cant all live in the same section right? Maybe these late night socials, weekend trips, the stiletto wearing and swagger pushing lifestyle is just a mask for a deeper more soiled need to be somebody else.