So, I've been feeling very philosophical lately. I think it may be due to growing older. I'm almost 18 (though 18 is 5 months away), and just not ready to throw on that business suit and submit to corperate America. I think it might be stemming from being dependently independent. My dependence is on others because I can't function on my own in society, yet I wish to be dependent of society, not bound by opinions and regulations. I want to have dyed rainbow hair and a tutu on when I go for a job interview without being seen as a freak. I want to lose my virginity for the heck of it without being mislabelled a 'whore'. There's so much in life that would make people hate me, yet that's all the more reason to do it.
On another note, I wrote about my hatred for male characters:
One issue I've always had with teenage male characters in these works of fiction called "stories" is this: They're no different than females. The must all be gay! What aspect are they normally viewed in? The hopeless romantic whose life seems to be spinning out of control. Yet writers commonly forget about the mindset most guys are in; while they stare at a woman, large chested and soft on the eyes, they end up finding a friend greeting them in their shorts. even when they don't say it, the thought can always be interpreted. That's why as I sit on my bus and see the girl with the push-up that always sticks out of her shirt, I can't help but wonder about how much a male chatacter would be enjoying the girl's swaying anatomy.
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