I have been trying to kill a mosquito for 2 hours now.
Everytime I raise my hands, it just dissapears and I can't find it anymore.
But when I stop looking for it, it just reappears in front of me in a sort of "ne ne ne, you can't catch me" vibe.
Simply put it this way;
The shitty mosquito is challenging me.
This.Means.War.
I think my family members secretly wish that I am girly girl (Or if not, the little girl I used to be who was obsessed with skirts, sky-high heels and dresses). They have always allured me into buying halter tops, baby doll dresses and high heels. But they never really work. Hah.
Ok, so, I am not a girly girl. I don't wear minis and heels. I don't like dresses and spaghetti tops. I like graphic tees, jeans, sneakers, sandals.
What is the big deal?
That I dress like a tomboy? That people might think that I am a "wild child"?
If yeah, then they should just go eff themselves.
Never EVER judge a person by how he/she dresses. You'll never know who that person really is if you keep making interpretations based on how he/she looks.
That is just unfair. You are unfair if you do so.
I am not typing this to be "emo" but I just wish that people would see things at a different perspective and not be too rigid.
If a little girl prefers geeking up in front of the computer rather than playing with her Barbie doll, then let her. If a teenager wants to become a teacher, then let him. Don't just push him aside because you want him to become a lawyer.
Life is all about choices, experiments. It gives us a chance to explore it in ways we would have never imagine. No one should live in a box. Go out and see the world, try different things, and find out who you really are.
'Cause when you find that piece of you that somehow has been missing, you'll know, it was worth the troubles you went through ;)
Ok, so tell me, how did "the way I dress up" turn into some sort of philosophical life entry?
