just some stories as the days go by

Being not-old

The following may sound a bit childish or immature. Do exercise your knowledge of me while reading. =)

So yeah, I do think that I should be able to make decisions about my studies and my relationships and my future career and even how I drive (which is very safely for the most part. I go at 80km/h on the expressways mostly).

I may say things like, “Oh, asshole of a driver tailgating me. If I had time and money, I’d jam brake and let him have it.” Which part of me seems like I’ll actually proceed to do something so ridiculously retarded? I don’t expect to be given any sort of response to the statement because it’s just something I say to get it out of my system. I don’t expect to be chewed out for it.

I believe that my career path, my studies and what I do to achieve them are my responsibility. Plus the fact that I am the clearest about whats hanging in the balance, what I have to achieve and how I have to do it, doesn’t mean that your suggestions, however kindly, will be accepted. Is it that hard to understand that there’s a difference between respecting your suggestions and accepting them? Then is it equally difficult to respect me and my decisions as a person who is turning 23 this year?

I may not be worldly or to know everything. I know I lack the experience of the real world. I listen but everyone has that narrow perspective of the world they operate in. Your way may work in your little segment of the universe, but that little segment may not be something I want to be submerged in.

Kicking a ruckus and leaving yourself with no way to..in the Chinese saying - 无法下台, doesn’t make anything easier. In any case, it only makes things awkward for yourself.

Well, all the pressure and stress is mine and mine alone. It’s my cross to carry, my burden to bear. I never expected anyone to help me with it, but at least try not to make it anymore tougher than it already is.
Back to the ol’ textbook..week 2 of school, here I come.

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