A few things I didn't mention in my previous entry...
I'm 26 years old. I'm from Brooklyn. Home of Sean Carter and Christopher Wallace (Insert "Where Brooklyn At?!" chant here). That commencement ceremony? Brooklyn College. Oh, and...I suck at life. Hopefully, only up until now.
I live at home. You might say that I have failed to launch but I like to believe that I'm two steps ahead of those adult children who flew the nest and had to return on wounded wing to a bedroom that was turned into a home gym - or worse - a scrapbooking room. I have no intentions of struggling to pay my third of the rent to bunk in a studio apartment with two room mates with unsanitary habits and questionable taste in sexual partners.
I've been socially inept for the majority of my life, so it's best that I don't expose my oddities to those who haven't already accepted me as a friend. It is only they who either understand or tolerate my counter-intuitive reactions to most situations. I'm the girl who laughs during funerals (only at the absurdity of others theatrical reactions, I swear) and wells up during comedy skits. I've tried to convince myself that I don't have some sort of multiple-personality disorder but, as of late, with the help of extra humid summer days and what feels like killer cases of PMS, I cant really stand by that. My personality has always been something that one could never put there finger on. Likely because I don't allow it. I barely react to most people when they speak to me unless it's to respond with a blatantly sarcastic response. As a matter of fact, my facial expression is permanently stuck on either an unimpressed "Really?" or a mildly annoyed "Are you serious?".
In life, I've masqueraded as disinterested, been entirely disillusioned and have grown to be generally disingenuous. It's gotten me nowhere. The only thing I've been sure of lately is that I'd like to be a writer.
I think.
I'm not exactly sure what that means or how it's applied to real-life but I intend to find out. I figure putting my thoughts down on paper (or keyboard) is either the best or the worst thing I can do.
So I'll give it a shot.
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