Well, I'm home again. After all the run around of the past week, I'm finally sitting on my couch tip-tapping away at a keyboard. Spring Break has officially begun, and my reservations for a two story house in the woods have yet to be cancelled. The bed is made, there's a supply of seltzer, and the constant scrutiny of the voices floating around the house. "You're getting fat." "Beast isn't a proper term for a beautiful girl like you." "You lift too much." "You don't eat this, so I guess I'm going to have to give it away." Blah blah blah.
The constant scrutiny of the all seeing eyes. The love-hate relationship that you learned to settle years ago with the shrug of the shoulders and the roll of the eyes. Whatever, all they see is what they want to see. What they expect and what I expect hardly ever coincide, and sometimes I wouldn't trade it for the world. And other times, I just want to scream.
But I don't. Because it wouldn't do anything anyway. So I go into the garage and lift and workout. If you're going to disapprove of my activities, and then do it whole-heartily when I'm shoving back in your face.
If you constantly try to live up to other's expectations you will never achieve your own happiness. So if you're going to piss people off, do something you enjoy. Society has too many double standards and not enough trend makers, rebels, real people who are willing to give the finger and go on with their lives.
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