We all need personal space don’t we? Personal space keeps me alive and sane. Invade it and I go crazy. I don’t mind hanging out with people. Some say that I am even open about what I do with myself. But when people start telling me what to do all the time especially when it’s about what I do with my life and my own body then that’s stepping over the line. People don’t tell me what to write on my blog. Because it is also my personal space. I keep things honest without hurting other people in the process.
Sometimes I just wanna be alone.
I am human, I long for companionship. But I also love quiet moments. And I love the power of turning on my speakers in full blast and singing without anybody shushing me.
Right now I do not have personal space at all. Dammit I don’t even have my own bed.
I love studying in the library. You know why? Not because I am alone there, because trust me, people will come. But because when I am in the library I am there, with people around me, but with nobody telling me to do stuff. It’s like in the library I have a bubble.
Even in my old dorm, where I lived with 3 other people we each have our own bubble. We talk to each other once in a while, we even go out together. But we all have our personal schedules that we stick by.
I am not perfect. I need to shape up. But all I need is encouragement.
WRONG: “You should walk later! Your getting too fat!”
RIGHT: “Good job on eating just half a cup of rice this lunch time. Maybe you should walk later so you can burn more calories!”
MORE WRONG: “Maybe surgery is your only hope.”
Now that’s just giving up on my abilities altogether.
I need a reminder that I am still capable of taking care of myself. If I am not, then I guess I can’t be trusted in taking care of other people and quit medicine altogether.
I need to get a job.
I need to earn my own money.
I need to earn money to support my family.
I need a place of my own.
I need my personal space back.
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