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.
that is so true.. kaya nga despite having commitments, i always long for that sense of individuality.. & that sometimes i want that ME moments..
you are good daughters/sons/whatevers, you actually listen to people you live posing as your parents?
hehe.. how old are you guys anyway? 12?
i should teach you guys detachment sometimes… i’ve had that stage in my life when my father would not waste a day not talking to me about me and my indifference. i’m glad he stopped now. all it took was some talking back HAHAHAHAHAHA!!
all kidding aside, just tell them how you feel, they’re your parents.