Wednesday, October 1, 2008
I'm A Troublemaker
I'm gonna make this short but simple. Listen to me when I say this. Yes, sometimes I get bummed out that i'm not out on friday or saturday nights partying it up with people, getting drunk off my arse (not so much that part). And yes, I get bummed out that i'm not out on a date with some girl on friday or saturday night. Let me tell you something though. I honestly don't care. My mother and I had a brief chat about my social life before she trotted off to bed, and it bugs her that i'm not doing either of these things. She said that she would be out with her boyfriend on friday nights or out with her friends doing whatever.
Let's get something straight. I am not, will not, and will hopefully never be my mother. Don't get me wrong, I love her to pieces and we're more alike than anyone else in my family, but hear me when I say this, I will never be like her, nor do I want to be. Not that there's anything wrong with her or being her, but i'd rather be myself than have to evolve into the person who's given me punishments for 18 years.
There are days when I wish I was someone else. Days when I really want to be one of those jerks you see getting drunk at the college party in movies. Then I think to myself, why the hell would I ever want that life? It's not glamorous, the thrills are cheap, and the excitment lasts for two hours, followed by a wake up call in some random place in who knows where, with no memorie of the past night. Appealing on the outside, but truly a misconception.
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At one point in my life, I wished that I was someone other than myself. But than I realized that it was really stupied of myself to think that. We all are unique in our own way and I know that I wouldn't want someone else to be me. That would be very scary because I'm too weird. lol. I like your blog. Keep it up! : )
I can relate to all this. My mother would love so much to see me in a mini skirt and skimpy top going out with three different guys a week. She'd be doing that at my age. I don't want to be like her though, so I don't really care.
And yeah, sometimes I wish I was one of those tramps who go to "fabu" parties and get drunk starting at the age of 14. But I figure I'd not know all the things that I know now, not have some of the friends I treasure. Plus, I might not have found things I love. So I guess its a fair trade.
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