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It's my life. I do not need to be told by anyone how to live my life, as long as I do not impinge upon another human being's right of living theirs.
It’s my life. I do not need to be told by anyone how to live my life, as long as I do not impinge upon another human being’s right of living theirs.
Dear holier-than-thou of the know-it-all, done-it-all generation,
When I share my bed with my two dogs – I might be defying your sense of hygiene but let me remind you it’s my life, my dogs & my bed. Thank you & now let’s get to the more crucial points in this one-sided conversation.
Yes, I am a late riser, I barely cook & I speak less. That’s who I am and I am not even 1% sorry that I am not like you or that you don’t like me. You don’t seem to inspire me anyway!
Yes, I survive on boiled eggs, simple meals, unpeeled fruits & sometimes just leftovers of last night because – let me put it as clearly as I can – I am a non-fussy eater who doesn’t enjoy cooking. In fact, discussing & debating over the menu for breakfast, lunch & dinner seems like a serious waste of time to me. I would rather munch on dry fruits & read a little more than wasting my time over deciding what to eat three times a day.
Yes, I make mistakes. I am in my 20s & I am learning about life. I would love to make my own mistakes and learn from them. Please tell me that you have done everything right in your life so far & I will have a hearty laugh about your glorified lie.
I might not have spent as much as time on this planet as you have but I have traveled from North to South & East to West and, sorry to break your myth, but I have experienced & fought my way through so many things that are beyond your imagination. I don’t claim to know-it-all the way you do but please let me tell you that I am not a five-year-old who needs to guided about what to wear & what to eat.
I have friends from all parts of the country (in fact world) and may be that’s why your subtle & obvious ways of glorifying a culture, community & language look very, very superficial to me. You may put it gently or shove it in my face – I will not buy your we-are-the-best theory & confine myself to your pseudo belief.
I would love to make my own mistakes and learn from them. Please tell me that you have done everything right in your life so far & I will have a hearty laugh about your glorified lie.
While you are free to sit & appreciate someone who settled down in life beautifully – with house, kids & no job – I would roam around in the Himalayas & Thar in my shorts and with messy hair because life is too short to settle down for boredom. I would exhaust myself doing what I love to do to earn my living because that gives me a sense of satisfaction.
I would debate & put across my point of view because, hell yes, I am a girl who is not afraid to call a spade a spade. If my sense of freedom makes you feel uncomfortable – please shut your doors & introspect! That’s the only respite I can offer for now. I will continue to do what I do. You are definitely free to mend your ways.
While you watch your daily soaps, I will participate in gay parades & sign petitions about every single feminist cause because, you know, my generation needs a break from the stereotyping introduced by your generation & reinforced by your daily soaps!
And yes, before I sign off, I just wanted to remind you that eventually, you know, we are all going to die -so let’s live our own lives & be nice to each other.
Regards,
A 21st Century Girl
Communication Strategist, Sporadic Blogger, Instructional Designer, INTJ, Dog lover, Tea Addict, Army Wife read more...
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