Or do I? Adulthood is a drag. When I was a kid, I could predict that: I had never wanted to grow up. I avoid this process, anyway. How? I am simply NOT an adult. I am not quite sure whether I am a human being at all as it is hard to believe that people can be mischievous and self-seeking. I am not ready to understand that and I don't want to ever be. What to do in order not to give in, then? Well, if I knew the answer, I'd be considered a guru.
I have majored in psychology in order to at least grasp humans as they are... oh man, how hard this is to figure out. At least, I am not down in the dumps like I used to be. I was weak and now I am plain. Neither weak, nor strong. Just plain. Whatever that means, I am not giving in. The answer is NO.
I sometimes question my ability in writing in a language that is not my mother tongue. I pretty much grew up without a mother figure, metaphorically speaking. If she reads this, she'll get mad or disappointed or even both. However, I grew up with a tongue. My skills to orally express myself is rather frail. Hence, this blog.
There will be more years constructing and destroying this spot on the web based on me and nobody else. Can't tell for sure whether this is working to anyone but it is working for me. Long live my Pawnshop!
Let me republish my very first entry of this blog: