Getting out of college was a marvelous thing. Yes, I'd miss my old roommates, and the parties (which I never really attended), but like going from high school to college, it was time to start my life on a new page. I never really had a promiscuous life in college. I mean, the whole college thing is supposed to be the best years of your life (not that I'm opposing or anything), but people usually aim sex as one of the best things about college; no parents telling you when to be home by, no more strict rules to follow, it is basically all up to you.
I grew up with my family being so open with each other that I, the most cut-off, closed myself from the rest of the world. Even now, I'm still uneasy when I talk about sex or men with my family members. I think that because I've seen myself a child towards my family, the woman in me never really came, and the kid in me never really left. So, I'm stuck with being the girl who was too shy to talk about boys or anything relating to the emotions for the opposite sex. But my friends are another story; I can talk to them about anything, from Gonorrhea to dildos. (Let's hope for my sake, that no one in my family reads this!)
I'm kind of a little girl lost in her imagination when it comes to true love and marriage. I mean, when I watch MTV or any other atrocious television "reality" shows, I see myself as totally pure and sane. Who in their right minds would go on a television show to look for love? (Rhetorical question) It's not a surprise that many of today's kids will grow up to be strippers and teenage moms (which, ironically, is also another reality show).
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