I recently learned something about myself, and while it is strange that I only found this out recently, it's not surprising. Given the upbringing I had where my parents, and more specifically, my father would make all of my decisions for me, presenting them in a way that made it look like they were my own, this late self-revelation is understandable. I found that I detest being told I can't do something. It makes me even more determined to do it and do it great too. Which is why at the moment I find myself teaching 3 college courses, working full time elsewhere, studying full time (my big exam's in November. Yay! LOL), translating/editing/writing stuff for a thought forum, and upkeeping a house that I live in but do not own any part of. Oh, and absolutely no social or love life to speak of. Oh and of course how could I forget the founding of an evil lair?!

 

He says I'm stubborn. Isn't determined a nicer word? I feel this insane need to prove to everyone that I am capable of overtaking the world if I chose to do so. Sure, it's taking its toll on me, but in the end I have the world and the haters have nothing. The truth though? I believe subconsciously I've been thinking a lot about turning 25 this past year, and realizing that I haven't made my mark yet, I panic. It's less than a month away, and I have nothing to show for my 25 years. Which is why I take on so many things at once, in the hope that in one of them lies the mark I'm looking for. If anyone finds the mark - it's a little gold star with a red dot in the middle - in their cereal bowls, please mail it to me. It'd be much appreciated.