Don't read this if you dont want to change your impression on me please.
It was my first day as a third year and I was feeling like a misfit in class, in the kingdom of geeks; the hell, I had been trying to act geeky since I set foot there. My classmates will, of course disagree. No one likes to be called geeky, but this is a result of two years of drinking geek potion hoping to fall in love with the geeky nature of the peer party.
Why don't I think like the other girls in my class, why don't I join in the fun when everyone's laughing about something, and wonder what part of yesterday's dinner hadn't digested instead? Well, this fact is what struck me today, as I was so out-of-job, with all the free hours in the world.
I frankly feel like packing off to some secluded country and settling down to growing plants in the 'backyard' of my tree house and feeding the birds and refusing to pay taxes, à la Henry David Thoreau. There is good life to be lived away from all the paradoxical existence that most of us lead, or are going to. Right now I'm finding it scary that my later years might be spent in a cubicle writing code snippets, or ordering spiffed-looking people around who're filled with nothing but curses when their thoughts waver around me.
Maybe I'll be singing a different tune soon, but I sure would do better to keep these mind-numbing bits of fluff out of my head for my own health. Didn't I tell you not to read this?