cat-woman:
I have been told (in not nice ways) that I am too good ie I have two angels sitting on my shoulders instead of a good and a bad one like they do in cartoons.
I thought that whatever I do, the morals and values instilled in me by my parents were for my own benefit. But some of my colleagues, and the recent moron that I met, think I am boring mainly because I don’t have bfs, don’t drink, don’t club, and will save myself until marriage.
I mean I do hoards of other fun stuff. But am I really missing out? And I really don’t think I’m that good…I’ve done my fair share of experimentation and didn’t feel comfortable in myself to adopt it as a lifestyle.
Will I hit a mid-life crisis when I’m 50 for not ‘living’?
Personally, I feel there is so much more that one can do that is enriching - reading good books, travelling to new places, hiking, swimming, painting, hanging out with friends over coffee, dinner, watching arty movies…
Am I surrounded by small-minded people? Or am I the one restricting myself?
Oh my God! why do you sound so much like me?
But unlike you I have rarely had anyone tell me that I am missing out on life. Its my own insecure pathetic self which thinks that I’ll regret not making the “mistakes” everyone else did in their youth.