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Long Time, No Post
Long time, no update. Truth to tell, I’ve just been too lazy. And too busy with lousy mid year tests the faculty decided to sic on us for no earthly reason other than that they are a bunch of sadists who get their kicks out of overworking adolescents. And organizing our company service program ( no I’m not employed in the real world sense, I’m talking about the Junior Achievement school company program which I happened to get myself embroiled in some time last year when I was young and on drugs). And of course, reading fanfiction.
I am forced to admit it, I am a fanfic addict and it’s damn near ruining my life. It’s a testimony to just how fucked up my life is right now that I’m announcing this fact over the internet when I generally deny it until I’m a delicate shade of azure in the face, to my family. I used to think I was actually a Harry Potter addict than anything else, but then there was that time I veered off schnoogle for while and ended up reading two thirds of the entire Lois and Clark fanfic archives in under six months before finally ending up back in Fictionally. I hear they have a rehabilitation program for internet addicts in Japan; maybe I should just follow suit and form a fanfic addicts support group. My sister sure thinks so.
I should have updated this thing a long time ago. I should have updated around my birthday ( Hooray, I’m eighteen!) or I should at least have updated when HPB came out…about both of which I still have mixed feelings.
Now that I am eighteen, I find myself wondering what the fuss was all about. The only thing that seems to have altered in my situation in life is random adults asking me if I’m going to vote! As if! Standing in line for hours with a pack of people with deluded notions about civic responsibility, only to claim my share of culpability in helping appoint the next useless fuss budget that’s going to rob blind the same politically deluded people as well as the innocents who had nothing to do with it (like me!), is not my idea of doing the world a favour. Call me a political pessimist if you will but I happen to live in a country that has recognized a known terrorist group as a political party- for the second time in history. ( the first time being the election following the JVP blood bath of the 70’s) I had to quit reading the newspapers in order to save my sanity. Nowadays I just make a beeline for the TV schedules and the feature magazines, much to my father’s chagrin. Thatthi thinks I should be keeping myself informed. For what, I ask you?
My mother of course, chooses to believe that my social self-righteousness solely a product of my “new found recognition as an adult (knowing smirk)” as she puts it, although I still haven’t found out in what universe. It’s not like I can or would move out, no matter how appealing the prospect seems sometimes. It doesn’t at all seem fair that in our culture women are always supposed to live with either her parents or her husband or siblings or children. People in western society look toward their coming of age as the time when they can discover the joys of sex, drink and mortgage loans and the ability to waste themselves however the hell they want to. Our people keep their kids shut up in all-girl and all-boy bandboxes and spoon feed, spoil, and brainwash them until they are around twenty-seven (I kid you not!) and can be married off. Is it any surprise to you that most of us have determined not to get married until we are about fifty? Of course flat out not marrying is out of the question! Society decrees that any individual who decides to go through life without attempting procreation is a reprobate of the highest order and a waste of government money. I’m starting to wonder whether we are really that much better off than India!
And now I grow apathetic as tirades often make me wont to do. I had a lot of nice developments that I wanted to post but I’m too worked up now to remember them. I seem to only use this LJ when I’m in a funk. But I suppose I have to vent my frustrations somehow that doesn’t entail stupid older people looking at me with the “Been there, done that. You’ll see I’m right in the end” expression or the “Life’s crap. Deal with it. (shrug)” shtick employed by my friends. I used to swear to myself that I’d never do that to the next generation of hot-headed adolescents no matter how jaded I become in my doddering old age. But now I’ve decided that I bloody well am, just to vindicate myself for all the mental agonies I have had to go through in my teen years. Hey, somebody has to pay!
I am forced to admit it, I am a fanfic addict and it’s damn near ruining my life. It’s a testimony to just how fucked up my life is right now that I’m announcing this fact over the internet when I generally deny it until I’m a delicate shade of azure in the face, to my family. I used to think I was actually a Harry Potter addict than anything else, but then there was that time I veered off schnoogle for while and ended up reading two thirds of the entire Lois and Clark fanfic archives in under six months before finally ending up back in Fictionally. I hear they have a rehabilitation program for internet addicts in Japan; maybe I should just follow suit and form a fanfic addicts support group. My sister sure thinks so.
I should have updated this thing a long time ago. I should have updated around my birthday ( Hooray, I’m eighteen!) or I should at least have updated when HPB came out…about both of which I still have mixed feelings.
Now that I am eighteen, I find myself wondering what the fuss was all about. The only thing that seems to have altered in my situation in life is random adults asking me if I’m going to vote! As if! Standing in line for hours with a pack of people with deluded notions about civic responsibility, only to claim my share of culpability in helping appoint the next useless fuss budget that’s going to rob blind the same politically deluded people as well as the innocents who had nothing to do with it (like me!), is not my idea of doing the world a favour. Call me a political pessimist if you will but I happen to live in a country that has recognized a known terrorist group as a political party- for the second time in history. ( the first time being the election following the JVP blood bath of the 70’s) I had to quit reading the newspapers in order to save my sanity. Nowadays I just make a beeline for the TV schedules and the feature magazines, much to my father’s chagrin. Thatthi thinks I should be keeping myself informed. For what, I ask you?
My mother of course, chooses to believe that my social self-righteousness solely a product of my “new found recognition as an adult (knowing smirk)” as she puts it, although I still haven’t found out in what universe. It’s not like I can or would move out, no matter how appealing the prospect seems sometimes. It doesn’t at all seem fair that in our culture women are always supposed to live with either her parents or her husband or siblings or children. People in western society look toward their coming of age as the time when they can discover the joys of sex, drink and mortgage loans and the ability to waste themselves however the hell they want to. Our people keep their kids shut up in all-girl and all-boy bandboxes and spoon feed, spoil, and brainwash them until they are around twenty-seven (I kid you not!) and can be married off. Is it any surprise to you that most of us have determined not to get married until we are about fifty? Of course flat out not marrying is out of the question! Society decrees that any individual who decides to go through life without attempting procreation is a reprobate of the highest order and a waste of government money. I’m starting to wonder whether we are really that much better off than India!
And now I grow apathetic as tirades often make me wont to do. I had a lot of nice developments that I wanted to post but I’m too worked up now to remember them. I seem to only use this LJ when I’m in a funk. But I suppose I have to vent my frustrations somehow that doesn’t entail stupid older people looking at me with the “Been there, done that. You’ll see I’m right in the end” expression or the “Life’s crap. Deal with it. (shrug)” shtick employed by my friends. I used to swear to myself that I’d never do that to the next generation of hot-headed adolescents no matter how jaded I become in my doddering old age. But now I’ve decided that I bloody well am, just to vindicate myself for all the mental agonies I have had to go through in my teen years. Hey, somebody has to pay!