Being that I refuse to blog anonymously, it follows that my hands are tied when it comes to relaying detailed gossip about all the colourful characters in my life.
Well, some kind of compromise will have to be reached as I’ve been feeling a tad bit… shall we say stressed out? about life in general recently and must vent if I still want to live.
So then, suffering from the intense heat in this weird place, missing my girlfriend (Dahling) who usually suffers all such downpours of gist, and also being just a tad bit homesick (tell my family I said that and I will beat you up), I recently made the mistake of telling someone about a… MAN. Yes, I did. Sigh.
Anyways, so I told her about said MAN, how it’s nothing serious or official and how it doesn’t need to be. I’m basically just enjoying the great sense of humour and interesting company he’s offering, to hell with pressure of any sort. Even a race horse gets to rest between runs, jare.
So off she goes, pouring the fire, brimstone and damnation speech down my throat with a funnel. Now, I found this annoying on many levels.
1. I am not the type to employ the services of a town crier whenever I break a fingernail. Why, oh whydid I go and blurt this out?
2. She indirectly started knacking around the MARRIAGE nail. Oh-kay. Let me stop you there. I will promise myself to a man when and only when I am ready. My readiness will be judged by myself and myself alone.
Anyways, after reading a bit of T.Notes, L.Chantay and of course, The Naked Convos, I came to realize that I am not mad; the same thing that is doing me exists in different shapes and sizes and is industriously doing lots of other people as well.
Apart from all that, though, there’s the panic that springs up on me when I realize that I am holding down an actual office job and stand the risk of being stuck with it for a while, sitting at a desk all day as far as the eye can see. Truly scary.
It’s time, jare. Time to explore. Life. The world. Possibilities. Me.
I cannot say this enough; don’t do what others have done just so you can feel like you belong. Conformity is highly overrated. Strive only to achieve a state of maximal YOU.