There are more important, much more confusing, oh-so-demanding and course-of-life-changing questions one needs to answer these days. Well, not 'these days' literally but days when a mid twenties, Career oriented, super-ambitious, single, confused woman has to deal with overwhelming arranged marriage scenes with her folks, with a sooooooooper bitch at work and at a generally unclear point in life. Ugh. This is so not me. But it is true. Days are over when I would pretend this was happening to someone else and that I will just get up and go back to my own happy and content life whenever I want to. Not gonna happen. Reality has finally sunk in. And it is so so so not fair. First there is the arranged marriage thing. Very recently, after numerous sad little meetings with prospective grooms and families, my childhood thought of 'arranged marriage is so much better' died and 'wish I was smart enough to get a life AND a guy' thought took over. But who else is to be blamed, but the smart ass - myself? I was the miss-know-it-all who laughed on you in school when you had your 1st boyfriend. I was the jerk who ridiculed you in college when you lost sleep over some guy and/or relationship. I was the bitch who lectured you at work about how important a career is over some stupid guy and how shortsighted you are being when you gave more importance to looowe life over a career. Laugh on me now - all of you. Because I declare here, that though being single is still the best for me, there is a time in your life when you have to have to have to get married, this way or the other. 'This way' being the love marriage way, which I so much prefer now to the 'that way' of arranged marriage. I feel like the last dinosaur man, seriously. Aaargggh!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Work is another thing. I've been lucky enough to have worked with the best people ever till now. TILL NOW. Not anymore. I don't even want to start this subject because I'm exceptionally pissed with the bitch. The fat bitch. The ugly fat bitch. The ugliest fattest bitch of the century. You get the point.
I am so disoriented I want to change my city. My relationship status and financial status seems to be going no where so I thought I'll evolve my career. ha! And the bitch too, is a tiny reason. Really, I might just kill her one day and land up in the prison with no career. I'd want to pass that situation. Plus maybe a new city will give me some direction. Or at least will take off the pressure temporarily. I'm hoping it would. Some might think of this as running away, but who cares? I can do with some running anyway to fit into the Guess top I got for my birthday. hehe
I'll keep you pissed. Oh, posted.