I’m writing a whole post about me, I feel like a narcissist. HAHA!!
Anyways,
I’m your average, girl-next-door college girl. I grew up in a country not my own but I love so dearly, the desert with New York lights. I love to talk rather than write. I became a frustrated writer overnight –last night to be exact. But I don’t really consider myself a writer but I do have a laptop that has Microsoft Word in it. I’m not really good with words, I just tend to mix and match till I produce something worth reading.
But I do think anyone could a write –in most cases type– , all it takes is a mind full of ideas waiting to be voiced out.
I’m not a conformist. I always knew I wanted something different, eccentric. I don’t want to end up shuffling back and forth, doing the same thing every day, like ants in an ant farm. I always wanted more in life. I didn’t want to go to college and end up working the same job for 50 years. I always wanted to BACKPACK across the world, But let’s be practical unless I’m pooping money out of my ass, my chances are pretty slim.
That’s why here I am, in college trying to woo my way in hoping I’d get a decent job after. All I need is a decent saving for at least 2 countries. From that point, I could start my search for the GREAT PERHAPS. I know you might be thinking “what if I run out of money?” Well that’s the thing about backpacking I could just work everywhere, try everything while on the road. I could be waitressing at a bar and the next week be in a different city playing guitar on the street- not that I’m good at it- while tourist are tossing money in a jar as they walk by. It may sound juvenile to most –that’s what my parents think– but I want to steer clear of anything banal, anything that made me the same buzz of society that wakes up every morning and duplicates yesterday.
I’m nothing special. Like the rest I’m just a human being, but it doesn’t limit me to live a life free from our society’s standard of living. I don’t just live to survive but to thrive.
A lot of people may not understand me. Some may say I’m absurd and maybe I am. Some may say I’ll grow out of it after all I’m just 18 –young, wild & free. But that is a phony notion, as young as I may be I’m fully aware that age doesn’t measure maturity. I’m not implying that I am an expert in life. But I’m mature enough to realize that
Life is fleeting; So I might aswell fuck the hell out of life before it fucks me.