No I shan't call you 'Bloggie' anymore, because I am an adult and adults don't put ie-s at the end of a word (in an attempt to make it sound cuter) anymore. I shall speak properly and be the person society wants me to be. I shall be civilized and conduct my duties as a daughter/sister/friend/employee accordingly. I shall work 12 hours a day and have my breakfast, lunch and dinner on time. I shall use my cutleries the right way, chewing with my mouth closed and sipping my drinks instead of slurping it down and burping out loud when I'm finished. I shall contain my fart and only do so when I'm in a toilet cubicle, saying 'Excuse Me' out loud even when there is no one around to witness the gas release. It's all about being well-mannered and polite you see.
I shall laugh, cry, walk the right way.
Buy the right things, at the right place, and mingle with the right people.
Marry the right guy.
Grow old the right way.
Reminiscing those wild times when I scooped an ice cream straight out of the pint with a soup spoon instead of a proper spoon, crying out "YOLO" instead of "You only live once!". And eventually I'll die, convinced that I've lived my life to the fullest, with no regrets. At all.
So...that's a depressing note to start with. Please do note the sarcasm though.
This was what triggered my note above.
Me: Is it ok if I don't get a wedding ring? I mean it's not like I accessorize much anyway.
X: Mmm it'll be weird. You must have a ring.
Me: But why spend so much on something that I don't like wearing? Why can't I just get something that actually means something to me? Like a friendship band or something.
X: You must have some kind of self worth. A friendship band is too cheap.
Me: So buying a $400 ring gives me some kind of self worth?
X: No...I don't mean it that way.
Me: Then what? Isn't it about what makes me happy in the end?
Caught in a rat race, a world full of flashy this and flashy that. With people trying to flaunt whatever they have (even their bodies). I'm so tired of all this shit. Why must we care so much about all these statuses and shit. Why does it matter? We are all gonna die anyway and when you're dead, you're just another corpse in the ground, a name off the list, a distant memory to the people around you. And whatever material gains you had in your life won't follow you into your grave. It's about who you are as a person and whatever significance you've brought into people's lives. Buying a Prada bag won't make you a saint, it makes you a rich consumeristic conceited bitch who need labels to keep themselves happy. Which is sad, really.