diary of an overthinker

Am I pregnant?

Happy New Year! I thought I’d start the year in a very topical fashion, by rambling on about the word you can find everywhere on people’s ‘new year, new me’ Facebook statuses, on those inspiring before-and-after fitness photos on Instagram, and on the lips of every single adult who wants to know what you’re going to do with your life.

change

(chānj)

v.

1.

a. To cause to be different: change the spelling of a word.
b. To give a completely different form or appearance to; transform: changed the yard into a garden.
2. To give and receive reciprocally; interchange: change places.
3. To exchange for or replace with another, usually of the same kind or category: change one’s name; a light that changes colors.

4.

a. To lay aside, abandon, or leave for another; switch: change methods; change sides.
b. To transfer from (one conveyance) to another: change planes.
5. To give or receive the equivalent of (money) in lower denominations or in foreign currency.
6. To put a fresh covering on: change a bed; change the baby.

n.

1. The act, process, or result of altering or modifying: a change in facial expression.
2. The replacing of one thing for another; substitution: a change of atmosphere; a change of ownership.
3. A transformation or transition from one state, condition, or phase to another: the change of seasons.
4. Something different; variety: ate early for a change.
5. A different or fresh set of clothing.
6.

a. Money of smaller denomination given or received in exchange for money of higher denomination.

b. The balance of money returned when an amount given is more than what is due.

c. Coins: had change jingling in his pocket.
It’s funny how many different definitions of this word exist. I only selected a few of them, partly because I don’t know what a ‘transitive verb’ is, but mostly because, well, you get the picture – there are loads of them. Perhaps, as our understanding of change changes, we change the way we define it, so as to suit our new, changed, view of this ever-changing world.
Yeah, okay, I think I went too far.
Cut a looooong story short, a lot has changed this year: some huge things, some normal things, some weird things and some small, insignificant things that aren’t noticeable to anyone but myself.

Things that have changed this year: Where I live, my hair colour, my music tastes, my opinion of bright pink trainers, my taste-buds, who I’m friends with, the battery life of my laptop, my eyeliner skills, the prices of online shopping, my phone, my favourite colour (joking, pink is forever, not just for Mean Girls).

Things that haven’t changed, that I wish had: My attitude to revision, my dog’s name, the difficulty of A-levels, my inability to tan, the flared-ness of my work uniform trousers, the price of Topshop jeans, my tendency to buy too much tonic water (don’t ask), the shape of my upper lip, the number of spots on my hairline that just won’t go away, my addiction to Nashville.

I’m the sort of person who thrives off change, I get bored very quickly and would rather be slightly unsure of where something is going than be stationary. This makes it very hard for me to make long-lasting relationships (platonic and like, not-platonic), to not change my Instagram bio and obviously, to revise.

It also makes things like moving house (or city), making friends, or leaving to university exciting rather than daunting. Yes, of course, I still get the normal anxieties but generally, these are overshadowed by just enjoying the change. However, it can mean that I am insensitive about people who don’t like change, and am often forgetful about the implications of my decisions.

So, my New Year’s resolution is to be more aware of other people’s feelings during difficult times, such as the end of school and choosing universities, and also to drink less regular milk.

Okay, this entire post has been leading up to this, and it’s actually what inspired the post in the first place. I’ve always hated almond milk*, but today I went a bit crazy and loved it.

*I mean, it’s essentially nutty water.

So I got thinking about whether taste buds can change, and what causes these changes. Well, according to some website I can’t remember the name of, the main things that would cause your taste preferences to change are hormones and ‘training your palate’.

So I’ve either literally trained myself to like almond milk, or I’m pregnant.

hey! i'm an 21 year old medical student (currently intercalating in anthropology) living it up in east london! i spend my spare time playing dixie chicks on guitar (badly), attempting to do yoga and turning it up at my church.

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