I am running away from life, from relationships, from responsibilities. I seem to have picked up an amazingly mind altering escapist attitude during my stay here. Ish says that we have been living a sheltered life all this while, we knew what we wanted, we decided our plan of action for atleast the next 15 years, while staying at home with mommy and daddy. And that was our presumption of having a clear mind and strong will.
The real test is when you are thrown in front of life with no back up ammo. It's all good we tell ourselves, we can do this. We do have our bachelors degree (somewhere between a pile of old notes and Victoria's Secret holiday catalogues); and of course living in a hostel did prepare us for the absolute worst didn't it. And then I gave myself a hard whack on the head. Seriously, how deluded was I?
It's not hard to choose to live alone, to choose your major, your job, your friends. The harder part is to live with those choices. That's life. Choices.
Being single allows you to be nonchalant. For starters you don't really need to care for others (read boys) anymore. This deliberate act stems from the fact that you are building up walls all around you. I'd rather be distant and cautious than get hurt for caring. Is that such a wrong thought process? All the experience up till now would seem futile in matters of the heart. So, I'd rather not be ruled by emotions and take the rationale side rule my life.
Guess it's okay to run away. HAHAHAHA...we all laughed inside.
