Have you heard the stigma of the drunk aunt who crashes Christmas? I truly consider that stigma a look into my future. The cool aunt who's single, middle aged and enjoys one or ten glasses of eggnog at holiday parties.

I'm Spanish, therefore I come from a large family of people whose reunions and parties are full of alcohol. That alone is an invitation for a relative, i.e. me, to crash it and blame it on the Jameson. In addition, I'm the only one in my family that's not in a relationship. My little sister will most likely be having a family before I do. The idea of having a family and getting married doesn't even excite me anymore because it doesn't seem realistic for a person like me. I cannot relate to the giddiness my friends get when Target puts out new infant onesies and I don't have a wedding board on my Pinterest. Because of my lack of desire to start a family now or in the near future, I will put the probability high of me having one of the main characteristics of a drunk aunt at Christmas, single at middle age with no kids.

In regards to the second characteristic, the consumption of alcohol, I have perfected my personal list of alcohol to ensure I will make it the entire night without complications. Having already harnessed this skill at a young age, family parties and reunions are already a breeze and I can now out drink most of my relatives, something my mother commends me on. I can only imagine the level my tolerance will have risen to by the time I'm forty.

I fully embrace that I exhibit tell tale signs of developing drunk aunt syndrome. I'm nowhere near a stable relationship with a man, much less having children, I drink like I have the liver of a seventy year old Russian man, the only jokes I know are inappropriate and I'm an out of the closet cynic. To a certain extent, it's not too far off from my actual lifestyle at the moment. Why aspire to be thirty, flirty and thriving when you can be forty with a chip on your shoulder that pairs well with a double Titos and soda?