LAST NIGHT, I was trying to figure out what went wrong with my life. I seems like entropy is working at an increased rate and I am now wallowing in a huge mess.
But I couldn’t figure it out. What I came up with instead is a list of things I hate about growing up and grown ups. My inability to fit in is what I think caused all this mess.
Four Things I Hate About the Grown Ups’ World:
HE SAYS I should be part of Introvoys. No, it is not because I can sing well. Definitely not. It is because when he asks me to sing, I only sing the first few lines of the song and he would always prod me finish it.
My conversations with Ken on the phone does not only keep me sane. They also make me realize some of life’s little lessons.
One recent insight I got from him is about beginnings.
Yeah, I am man of beginnings. I am always enthused with starting new things, trying out something new and something different.
THE PAST month reminded me that time is so precious. Even more precious than gold, if I’m allowed to modify the cliché. Well, I’ve been chasing time and nudging deadlines. Although some things can still be tweaked, other deliverables have already been missed that making up for what was lost is almost impossible.
The reasons?
THEY SAY pain and suffering can make one a strong person. But it doesn’t seem to work for me for I have endured a lot of it as a kid and yet, today, I still succumb even to the slightest of pain.
Back in my grade school days, I have always felt that I’m the underdog. I did well in school but nobody seemed to be happy for me. Some people appreciated my abilities but nobody appreciated who I am. I felt unloved, even unwanted.
THE THOUGHT of me being deeply loved by someone never crossed my mind. I have always seen myself in solitude because I don’t think I measure up to the Prince Charming that girls of my age dream of. I have always believed that girls await their Knight in Shining Armor and I don’t know what bad luck is it that I only came in a tee and an old pair of jeans and sneakers.
