Growing up is difficult. When you are younger, your reactions towards adverse experiences tend to go along the thinking strands of ‘why me’ and ‘it’s not fair’. Chances are if you are a teenager you still enjoy throwing the odd temper tantrum whenever your mum sets those pesky curfews. I get it – that was me once too, never did I expect to embrace growing up.
Dumb conversations part 2. This was three years ago – I must have been around 22.
My sister had just booked us a trip to Amsterdam, as a celebratory thing for successfully finishing my master’s degree.
Family. It is a big term and encapsulates so much. It is a lifetime of throwing doors shut, angry walkouts, sibling bickering and rivalry, silent treatments and imposed curfews. Somehow your immediate family becomes just a little irrelevant in your teenage years where you embrace your peers as your most essential social necessity. Add some extra years on top and you might turn around, surprised that you have never noticed the group of people who have granted you unconditionally love, regardless of the awkward family occasions.
I am a vegetarian who holds dumb conversations. Not a militant one, a quiet one who’d rather not bring it up unless asked twice why I’m not having anything from the meat platter.
The following is based on an actual conversation I had with my office buddy; a proud (wait for it) vegephobe. Bring the hate people – this is discrimination at its finest.
I work in a building, with a lift – the awkward elevator. Well, two to be exact but that’s neither here nor there. I use it regularly, and stairs just aren’t an option for me unless I am going to a lower floor – sue me – I don’t like climbing up 5 flights.