In Love with Life…

OK, I am fed up with this thesis matter. I gotta boost my spirit… come on baby, you know I’m running out of time… (so you know it’s some kind of bribe, eh? Well, I hope it does make you happy…)

1. I love to set high standards (it’s good for self motivation, isn’t it?)

2. I can persistently focus on my goals (and make my dreams come true…)

3. I don’t get bored easily (there’s always something interesting to do!)

4. I can have good time even when I’m alone (I’m a blessed introvert!)

5. I like trying something new (it makes my life so colorful!)

6. I respect anyone who consider me a competitor (it’s an honor to know that he thinks I’m good…)

7. I cook quite good food (as a result of living alone in Tokyo)

8. I’m not annoyed (anymore) with the ideal barbie-doll figure and flawless porcelain complexion (with some good readings you can always find someone to impress)

9. I am not allergic to any food, drinks, and drugs (whoaa!! that’s the best part when you go traveling!)

10. I am what I am and I love it! (I think narcism is contagious… if you mingle a lot with narcists, you will become one… but hey, you can’t love others unless you can love yourself first, right?)

Well… that’s all… go, girl, go!

      A cousin’s account inspired me to write this. In her ‘favorite movies’ column, she wrote that her favorite TV show was ‘Desperate Housewives’. Then she added a tickling comment like this: "I am thinking of making its prequel: ‘Desperate Singles’." I laughed when reading her witty humurous lines (that’s what I love about her — hey sist, I hope you read this one. It is dedicated tou you :-P).

      Desperate singles, eh? OK, my twenties era is almost over. Good job, first class education, and unlimited opportunities in the future won’t give me back the time. For countless times, I feel uncomfortable with all those questions from friends and relatives about the ‘big M’. It feels like I want to scream to make them stop asking me about it. I think most female species in my age will agree that wedding invitations from soon-to-be-bride friends are enough to be constant reminders that the biological clock is ticking…. Yeah, and we don’t need more people to remind us about that.

        All I can say is that there are more things to do than just feeling desperate about being singles. OK, I am single, so what? I am young and full of life. I have a precious brain in my head, in which I invest heavily, and finally get to use it in the right way. I travelled half of the world, I studied in a prestigious college, I live a decent life in Tokyo, I have a  job that many people envy. A desperate single is out of question. Come on, I have all resources to make my life worthwhile. What else can I ask?

      I am a single, yes, and a happy one. It’s the choice I make,  I want to remain this way, at least for the time being, and I am willing to pay the price (I wish I could make those people understand, so they would stop asking about the ‘big M’ in my presence). I have so many dreams to pursue, I am working on them, and this condition provides me with the most suitable environment to accomplish my plans.  So, for the time being, I just want to enjoy my life as a happy, 27-year-old single. A desperate single? No way. Do I sound too confident? Darned right. And I worry more about being a desperate housewife.