Listening to: Obstacle 1- Interpol
Okay, so I know plenty of you are "older" than me; this week embarks my nineteenth birthday yes yes, yet I'm beginning not to really embrace it as much as previous years, although I will celebrate my 21st to the fullest of course. Yesterday my Latin roots celebrated my uncle's & my birthday, though I secretly & intentionally made sure no one sang happy birthday (which failed), then I began to wonder am I really beginning to be a party pooper? Being my normal self, I began to deconstruct & analyze my behavior.
What is it with the age between 18-21, is it those dead years before you can actually start to legally drink among society, or is it the years where I will endlessly work on my academic career with paper after paper? Being that this is my last birthday in the teen years, I will be part of the 20s factor next year (& yes I know, some of you will turn 20 way before I do). As the days get closer to my birthday, I'm beginning to analyze my whole life, & in realization I see that 10 year reunion will be just in 9 years now & my goal to be a successful career woman at the age of 25 needs to happen in the next 6 years (or maybe even at 23-25).
In connection with my Anthropology class, are we truly slaves to our society? We have never ending work in hopes to become this "icon" or title in our society, whereas in small cultured groups live their life with the bare essentials. Has our society became so complex where we are fixated on making this thing called "money" rather than living our own life.
In the past couple of weeks I've felt that all I've been doing are things for myself benefit, & have somewhat disconnected with the world... yes I'm stuck in la la land...
I'll keep you posted when I come back
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