Posts tagged personal
Posts tagged personal
Today, I received an invitation to an engagement party. As I write this very post, I am admiring the juxtaposition between the delicate lace and the bold pink ribbon used on the invitation. Aside from that, I love that it has my name on it. Just my name. Now, I don’t want you to think that I’m making a big deal out of this because I never get invited to things. I’m like a Kardashian, I’m always wanted somewhere. (LOL, jokes, I can count the number of such events I go to on like a hand and a half.)
Seriously though, the reason I’m making a big deal out of a simple invitation is because it is a sign that I’m growing up. Seeing this invitation without my parents’ names on it has made me realise that I really do have my own life now. My social life isn’t necessarily connected with my parents’ and it isn’t their responsibility either.
It has made me think of all the other little things in life that confirm your adulthood. Forget biological development or the social convention that you become an adult at the age of 18. This is the real criteria for adulthood:
Personally, I can’t use a petrol pump. Therefore, according to this scientifically proven criteria I am not really adult. Are you? :)
*Please do not confuse this with receiving packages in your name. That never dies out.
I really want Chanel nail polish. I think the bottles look really pretty. Plus it’s a French brand and everyone knows that I love everything French. But each bottle costs $25 and if I buy one then I’m not going to be able to stop myself and before I know it I’ve spent $500 for 20 nail polish colours. And then people will tell me there are kids starving in Africa and I’ve gone and spent $500 on nail polish. And then other people will tell me that I could’ve put that $500 towards saving to Europe. And more people will tell me that I worked over 33 hours just to buy 20 nail polish colours. And other people will tell me I’m just a spoilt, arrogant brat because I’ve spent $500 on nail polish.
I just don’t know what to do with my life. I DON’T KNOW WHAT UNI COURSE I WANT TO DO ANYMORE! I DON’T THINK THEY’VE EVEN INVENTED A COURSE FOR ME. I just want to sit at home and paint my nails with Chanel nail polish for the rest of my life.
I want to personally know an author as though they are a close friend. Like really know them. I want to know personal details in their life such as their interests and hobbies; their guilty pleasures; what they hate; their habits and routines; what they do when they’re nervous, happy and sad; their childhood memories; their paranoias; who they’re friends with; what they are ambitious about; how they motivate themselves; and just how they see themselves all together.
I want to then read all their books and pick up on the little details that reflect who they are. It’s amazing how much meaning there can be behind a bunch of words. I want to read a description of a character or an event, smile to myself and think “ah, I see where they got that from.”
You have well and truly failed me this year. Are you proud of yourself? I hope you’re not because I am not happy at all! Usually, you make me feel inspired and motivated to make changes leading into the new year, but not this year. Sure, the majority of these changes don’t actually happen but it is nice to be optimistic and you know what? I have not felt optimistic in a few months so it would be good to be my old optimistic, inspired self again!
So far, you have managed to bring me pain and inconvenience. In the few days since your month started I have managed to hurt myself at work, get sick, break a window and lose a whole bunch of credit and refund receipts which have the personal details of customers. Also, my friends and I are trying to organise a visit to school but that does not seem to be working at all. (Yes, I still visit my old high school, please don’t judge me.)
I’m not studying, yet the stress levels are so incredibly high. I don’t know why!
Something fix this!
Argh, I just want to write something but everything I write is so jumbled and wrong and just doesn’t make sense.
Someone give me some talent.
Wants to play
AND DOES NOT WANT TO STUDY ANYMORE.
Just thought I’d take a moment to say FML. Never FMLed before. But FMFingL.
That is all.