Me and my life
This is a small tale when I abandoned everything to chase a romantic dream I was praying, might change my life for the better. Even if I had no Idea what would make me happy. I looked at friends who seemed happy with their lot and felt picky and ungrateful, because I knew I was ridiculously fortunate and I couldn’t help wondering. I guess I was in a “ what – the – hell – am – I – doing “ crisis. Fighting back cynicism, pessimism and every negative ism in the dictionary. Only desperation made me stand on my ground. I can’t stand girls but I’ve always been independent, from going to the movies and doing anything else by myself. But I was starting to think, there was something wrong with me. I’d had loads of girlfriends, but there was always some vital chemistry missing. Was it too much to ask for a smart, funny and, thus, sexy girl who adored me. I wasn’t looking for Scarlett Johansson look alike, I simply craved the company of someone who would make me think and laugh and feel. The process went something like this : Meet Miss potential ; fall head over heels in lust, love or both. Turn into performing puppy, do anything to render myself adorable and to win points rather than just be me. Struggle to maintain my independence, start to dislike what I have become but by this time it’s too late.
And now what..? I feel like I am at the drama, the tale sounds so melodic yet pathetic.
