Been dealing with some major writer’s block lately — so much to say, but so hard to process my thoughts. I blame responsibility. But I guess that’s just a part of growing up #overrated.
I feel like I’m starting to see the world so differently these days (I swear I’m not high) compared to a year ago — it’s not all sunshine, people aren’t all good, taxes are f#cking hard (I’m going to get married only to ensure I have someone who will do my taxes for free… thank you Daddy).
I used to be an idealist… optimistic. I used to think that people in general had good intentions — but then I became a realist.
When I was younger – I never really felt pressure by my parents that I had to be an example. That expectation to be well-intentioned, moral, smart, successful – all these things didn’t really hit me until college.
When I was younger, my role models were Belle from Beauty and the Beast because she loved to read, and Jasmine (Aladdin) because she was the closest Disney princess to Persian (and I really wanted a pet tiger and to live in a castle).
Unfortunately, real life isn’t the same as a Disney movie otherwise by now, I would have become queen of the world with four sexy male concubines to do all my chores for me (as well as other things). Oh wait… Disney probably wouldn’t be down with that… #sexism.
I am the oldest sibling and the oldest out of my cousins. While it was never explicitly said, you know how Irooni parents are — you better be someone they can be damn proud of.
I never took that responsibility seriously. I just always wanted to do whatever I wanted. Whether that was get wasted at a random frat party or ditch class or make out with some guy I didn’t know.