Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Being Normal
This is a very tiring day for me. Yesterday was my grandpa’s 85th birthday almost all my relatives came. We have a big family…Like 50 cousins, 60 aunts, 50 uncles and many more…
Well…when I was working I am tired not that I am at home I am also tired! I don’t know what to do without being tired! I woke up 7 am. After having my cereal, I was asked to cook the spaghetti sauce and the noodles and the chicken and the cheezesticks…gosh! I am really...really tired…
After attending to my niece’ chums…and after washing a mountain pile of dishes I am really…really… tired. I had a warm shower then I went straight to bed. But I could not sleep. I was thinking about my conversation with one of my bestfriend. Topic: Being normal.
Things were not always ordinary for me. When I was in grade school I was kinda known for being a smart kid and brat. In high school…well…I am not a brat anymore but being placed in the star section, the low life ooops… sorry the lower section I mean thought that all in the star section are self absorbed and ego-flaring people. In college I thought this would be my chance to experience a normal life, but public service snatched me from the normal life I wanted. Department president, ed-in-chief of the school paper, member of five internal organizations and three external ones…now tell me, who can possibly lived an ordinary life?
My first love was the only thing ordinary that happened to me. He was an ordinary person who came from an ordinary family with ordinary friends and ordinary lifestyle. However, I wasn’t given the chance to share his ordinary life .Two days ago I was pondering about this with my bestfriend. And this was the 10th time I discussed this to her and of course I was tell off about the topic. I know I sounded like a broken record but is it too much to ask?
All I want is to have a normal life like any other girl at my age. You know date a “normal guy” in the most normal way…fast-food, movies, phone calls and all. But then again, if things were not the way they were I might miss a lot of things…like my family orientation, my cherished friends would be different, and my choices would have been reversed. Anyhow, maybe I ought to be content with what I am.
1:53 AM