I am spoiled. And lazy. And immature. I know, I know, everyone knows that, no need to emphasise it. But I am not doing that, I am simply stating the obvious. I like being me, I don’t want to change, I know that on some deep level I will never change. All I can do is to try and make my life better according to my personality.
I’ve thought and thought and I’ve reached a couple of conclusions: a 9 to 5 job is not for me. Sure, I don’t mind it now and maybe I won’t mind it in three years’ time but at one point I’ll hate it. I need flexible hours, time for myself, for my daydreams and books. I’d rather have a part-time job and be a part-time housewife than work full-time.
Another conclusion is that no one is more important than me. I’ve known this all along but it feels good admitting it out loud. Everything will always be about ME. This means that I’ll forever do what I want for as long as I want it.
And the third conclusion is that I am afraid of getting old in Bucharest. It’s not a pleasant city and with each day that passes I get a tiny bit closer to insanity. The city, this city!, is driving me mad!
So taking everything into consideration I’ve decided to let life take it’s normal course till I’m 30 and if nothing happens (have the same job, live in the same apartment, have the same slightly boring life) I’ll move back home. Uhum, in the city where nothing happens. At least I can try to open my own bookshop and see how things go. Or I can have some insignificant job and read all day. I’ll live with my parents of course and I’ll cook with my dad and have coffee with Mum (tea for me). I doesn’t sound bad at all. Plus, that way I’ll make sure I’ll be a kid for ever and ever and ever :D
I think I need a shrink…
I sort of know how you feel. But cheer up, it gets better after getting something sugary in your system. :P And if you ever need someone compulsively reordering the books on the shelves of your future bookshops, count me in :)) *huggles*