I am an eighteen year old, going on nineteen.
So. the question here is, what exactly do girls my age want?
I, personally have no answer to that because I bet it's not to work like a maniac during the few years of your youth and then somehow tour the world with an impossible choice of career.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is exactly how I have my life planned.
I should start off by mentioning that I am in no way boasting. I am just putting forward the abnormality of the situation- of my mind.
I do not wish for a "loving and caring" or "hot and sexy" boyfriend (although I do have a very loving and caring one, funny story actually, I'll talk about it later). I do not wish to roll around on my bed and spend my time doing nothing (although the force of habit is pretty strong, I happen to be the Goddess of procrastination) and I do NOT not care about my grades (although they aren't particularly star marked).
I happen to be a very ambitious lady.
I remember it was when I was in the ninth grade, I used to have to ask for pocket money from my mum everyday since I got into the ninth grade. I don't really know why, but somehow, the idea of asking for money, was... kinda unacceptable. I mean. till the eight grade, I had a private carpool take me to school and back and lunch was always prepared at home and I didn't really need to go anywhere. So I basically didn't need any pocket money. But then in the ninth grade, my parents decided I was too old to be oblivious of the world around. I had to know how to travel by public bus and I had to know how to manage money and everything. Hence came the situation I was struggling through.
I have a set of wonderful parents- but somehow, the idea of asking for money was too much. It was then that I had decided to do something about this since clearly, I'm not the kind who'd sit about doing nothing about a situation bugging me. No, I switched on my computer and started looking for whatever jobs available. That was in the ninth grade. I guess, I had the mental maturity to realize that with my qualification, I wasn't really going to get any jobs any soon. So I waited. I waited for four years that is till I completed my twelfth grade. During these four years, a wonderful thing had happened to me. I opened my eyes to the world outside my immediate neighborhood.
All I know is that, by the time I was eighteen, I had more than many aspirations. I wanted to visit Japan. I wanted to visit Switzerland. I wanted to visit France. I wanted to visit SO many places. But how could I? I am just an eighteen year old middle class girl. But dreams aren't really middle class, are they?
I found a job that suited me best. I found a job as a writer. Even though it wasn't the most interesting jobs of the world, I knew that that was something I was capable of and then I started working. I started from scratch. And here i am, earning quite a lot enough for my humble living and then some saving with my dream of starting my world tour pretty soon intact. I didn't ask for a guy in my life, but I got one nonetheless.
I go to college. i go to Japanese classes. I go to private tuition after which, I work. I have pretty decent set of parents. I have a wonderful guy as a partner. and I have a wonderful life.
Like hell I wasn't boasting.
I'm fudging proud of myself.
Good day to all of you.
