How awkward is it to find yourselves in peer pressure? As if no one would actually engaged a connection with you unless you are literally turned out into their kind? It would be harder on your juvenile years, but trust me, it repeats over time. I did suffer on my junior hi times, and I curse those w***es who attacked me deliberately, but at least it's in the past. But what remarkably happen now is that actually post-juvenile things like this DID re-occur, somehow.
How is it possible to keep up with the pace of the early 20s while you're on your late 20s, don't have loaded folks to dig in, a status-quo relationship (as usual, men. doh) and already pinned down to a steady job at your home country? Somewhat, the whole idea of mingling with imbeciles ridicules you and makes you a castaway. So, what's with "the-early-20s-thoughts" about? 2-5 years differences made you an 'ol' hag' to 'em? Some even called me "ma'am" or so. Well, at work, obviously people "ma'am"-me... but hey, you don't give a f*** here rite?
This neo-hi-school kool-kids kinda stuff suddenly irritates me. Yeah, you shouldn't count on someone who's you think ol' enough to be your freakin' mother to hang around though. You're just wanna blow your silly lungs out by burning your parents' money through smoking and intoxicating your heart by getting drunk. (Yeah, that's all what the kool kids do, duh!). Never was a cool kid and never will. I missed the idea of ruining your own body over your loving ones' money would makes you look super cool. (Though maybe it does. I'm such a dork.)
So, the cave-man thing is back on baby! You've gotta stay in pack in order to be known. But of course pre-adjustment and prejudice by the pack must be thrown to you in order to gain approval. It's like a graduate school nitemare! And the worst part is, those people happens to be the people from my country's community! What a f**ked up event is that! (Giving a consideration that east people don't really party AND religious? that's a totally flaw argument!). And hey, that's why I thought maybe age does matter. Minors shouldn't be sent abroad, they're emo.
Nevertheless, how hard could it be?
All I need maybe just a few pints of beer, a couple of cigarettes, and maybe a li'l bit of casual coitus every single nite (or weekends?). Or perhaps a change of dress code, slut-up your live!
That wouldn't be a problem, doh?
I've never been one to "follow" trends or patterns or peer pressure for that matter. I know that makes me an anomaly but I think (from what I've seen in my adulthood) that those putting "peer pressure" on as an adult just can't let go of their "glory days" as the "cool kids" in high school. They don't get that being an adult means forging your own path and not following the pack.
ReplyDeleteThank you btw for following me at Surviving 20-Something. I hope you can follow me over at my new blog: http://cautionrealitycheck.blogspot.com
Yeah, sometimes it's hard to just survive, especially when the pack is not yours. Must be a single fighter then...
ReplyDeleteI really like your blog! nice to have someone with the similar perception...but you're tough, and that's giving me courage. Way to go!
Thanks for leaving comment here, rarely people do that. Hehe. I'll check out your other blog then.