a couple of months back, veen jokingly rolled her eyes and said that i was going through a second childhood/ finally getting my rebellious streak.
(read: up till recently, i was an extremely good girl k? never gotten coal for christmas before, and never been threatened with nasal lengthening by the blue fairy either. always listened to everyone, did anything you'd ask w/o a second thought. it seemed like the only thing to do; i mean, if someone scheduled a meeting, you'd go if you could. people said that i was sweet, thoughtful and.. well, rather uneventful.)

and then i developed an opinion. i realised that i had a life too, and that i wanted to live. which opened up possibilities such as giving up something for another, and making hitherto unheard-of decisions. such as not going for lectures because it would be boring. such as suddenly calling up the office to inform them that i was feeling sick (at the thought of seeing them). such as wanting to get a tattoo. such as abandoning calls, messages, emails and everything else and pretending to be a hermit free of all societal bindings.

in vain, i was. but cease such childish behaviour, i have not.

it's funny, having a second childhood at this time. i'm old enough to chide myself for such irresponsibility, yet young enough to crave this sinful freedom.

i'm truly sorry to all those who've been affected by this new personality; sorry, but sweet unthinking michele has gone on a short holiday, we don't know if she'll be back soon. oh she visits sometimes, but sometimes it isn't who you think it is.

the shell only carries echoes of the sea it was once part of.