I would like to begin this post by saying – WELCOME TO THE DEMONSTRATION OF MY PROCRASTINATION. I’ve been literally free for about a month now and I shamefully haven’t added another post on here, choosing instead to binge watch my time away. Anyhu.

Before I begin the “Real Talk”, Emily, I’m glad you’re still alive and also, that your new building has a lift because we all know and accept that I’m terminally lazy. I once took a lift ONE FLOOR DOWN. Not even kidding. Not even ashamed. Haters gon’ hate.

Which leads me to my next topic – independence.

Emily’s musings about how much stuff you need to actually live with/get by with when living alone got me to thinking about the act itself. Living alone that is. I’ve recently migrated home for the summer, as I wait fervently for my third year at university to begin (EEEP!). Multiple times a day, I find myself realising how much my life has changed now that I live most of the year away from home and how being responsible for myself for such a huge chunk of time has actually made me unfit to live at home. If anyone is in two minds about moving away for uni, I strongly recommend it. Living away from your parents and (mostly) from the security net they provide causes you to grow and mature a hell of a lot. You realise that you set your own boundaries in life and it’s up to you to decide what you’re willing to do and what you’re not. Now that I’ve come back home, I’m expected to abide by the rules that I used to follow two years ago – something that isn’t that comfortable to me. And it’s because of one simple reason. It’s not because I hate my parents (I don’t) or my city (I do). It’s because my life has moved forwards and it’s changed without my parents realising or accepting it.

Most parents, especially Asian ones (I’m not being racist – it’s just the experience talking. If others are like this – feel free to comment and share with us) aren’t comfortable with the thought of their children becoming people in their own respects and with the idea of the freedom that requires. It’s really interesting because it always gets me thinking of the human race as a whole. We’re the only animal on the planet that stays with their young as long as we do. Every other species makes their children go out into the wild and learn to survive very soon after they are born. As soon as chicks learn to fly or a sheep can survive without it’s mother’s milk, it has to go out into the world and learn to survive by itself. And yet we keep a hold on our young well into their late teens, early 20s. It’s odd. One could even argue that it’s fundamentally harmful to said teenager because with so much exposure to one or two human beings, aren’t you bound to repeat their mistakes? Because it’s all you’ve ever known – how to act like them.

*strokes imaginary yet majestic beard pensively*


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