Dear God, I thought this day would never come. What day you ask? Why, the day I can boldly and brazenly walk into a bar and order up the most lethal of poisons, or saunter into a nightclub flashing i.d. that does not depict me as being 45 years old, wearing bright red lipstick and big hair, and sporting the name Mrs. Robinson.
Then again, do i really have that liberty? Does it really all depend on age? That when the clock strikes 12 i will instantaneously be a woman of the world with all the responsibilities and perks that go with it.
NO!! So long as i continue living under my parents' roof, i suppose i will have to remain in the iron fists with which they rule (sorry, teen angst is irrepressible).
I believe that freedom- true freedom- will come at a price far greater than peer pressure, the triumph of surviving adolesence and a throbbing headache of looming life-defining decisions.My question is simple, and desperate: What is this elusive price and how soon can i pay it off?
I like to end my essays, stories, yes even blog entries, all nicely and carefully tied up but quite frankly this time i have no answer. So this time i end with a question hoping some wise soul in vast cyberspace will by chance or fate see this entry and offer some form of counsel to this poor waylaid soul(my apologies again-the drama queen personality is hard to keep down too). =)
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