The Rat Race

You know quite often I tend to forget that I am no longer 18 and I really hate it that I am getting older. I hate the responsibilities and expectations that people have of me that comes with my age. Yes, I can be serious, mature, responsible, logical and do all the right things but that's only at work.

Outside of work, I wish people expect less of me, believe less in me and leave me alone to my own vices. I don't like to follow the crowd, I hate obeying rules/regulations, I don't like to be responsible for people. I really hate it when people orders me around.

I like to fool around, I like to talk crap all the time, I enjoy being challenged to do stupid things, I love those reckless moments where I nearly get into trouble. This is me and I wish people will accept me for me.

Around me, I see my friends getting more and more tired with age, married life and their hyperactive kids. My peers get more and more demanding with their life. A lot of people around me like to talk about those branded bags, expensive watches and $200 meals in some fancy restaurants. I can easily be such a materialistic person, be at the top of the game and live it up to everyone's expectation of me. But I don't think I will be as happy. I like having a $2 chicken rice at the noisy hawker centre, soaking in the pasar malam atmosphere, standing on the street and listening to street buskers, shouting and laughing loudly with my friends.

*sigh* The rat race has robbed a lot of my friends of their youth and spontaneity, I wish it hadn't rob yours as well.