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a book of ordinary people

Because We have forgotten that we are only ordinary people who are allowed to make mistakes..Normal left us a while back and we didnt even notice!!!
 





One day you will wake up and realize that the inevitable has happened...
You are officially a grown up....
you have to get up early , and make your own breakfast...
You have to go out there and make something out of yourself...
You have to get a job, for a whole lotta reasons.. even if you decided to retire yourself at the age of 25
You will even drive by a house and think of owning it one day
You know that you dont want to repeat your mistakes...
You even learn to say " No.." to the others..
You put on make up, wear skimpy dresses, have shots of vodka and flirt with strangers
You realize that life isnt as dramatic as you thought it was four years ago...
that happiness isnt some weird, huge, out of reach thing....
you even start petting puppies,,
You wear the turquoise ring that your grandma gave you long ago and you never wore it because it was "Ugly," and it will actually look good on your fingers..
You will call your cousins out of the blue and invite them over, regardless of the family drama and politics and knowing that for the time being for whatever reasons, you guys shouldnt be talking...
One day you will stop wandering around, and realize that you always had a home...
Parents to rely on, a brother to help you move around, sisters with shoulders to cry on.. Uncle and aunts who will take you in when no one is around...
One day you realize that you have developed a very thick skin, and things don't bother you much anymore..
You will stop being the moral compass of the world and let others make whatever mistakes they want to make...
Then you will have lunch with your friends and after the silly talks and gossip you realize not much have changed over the years..

That growing up was nothing but a marketing trick...
that time is just an arbitrary thing... a man made concept...
You know things will change in a day or so, they will get harder and then they will get easier.. things will change and then will become the same...
One day you will wake up to the sound of alarm....
Make yourself an oatmeal...
Drive to somewhere..
Make something out of yourself...

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At 9:27 AM, Blogger shadi said...

jesus linda... i'm goosebumps all over. it's like i'm looking back at myself.    



At 1:16 PM, Blogger linda said...

yeah i have even been contemplating the idea of moving to Walnut Creek!!!
it should be the East Bay's weather.. its nothing like nice shiny South bay..
Damn its always windy here..gets into ur head..
on the upside...Napa is half an hour away. And I dont even like wine..    



At 5:12 PM, Blogger bijan said...

I really like this post and I relate to all of it. Well, almost, except for the skimpy dresses. But wait, actually I’ve done that too once. Halloween a few years back. I even have a turquoise ring too. My dad gave it to me. Actually it’s not that bad, but I’m not cool enough to wear it often. My favorite cousins all live in the Bay area too.    



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