People need to get over things.
I made a fucking seating chart for my fucking fancy expensive dinner party with Diana, and I'm still here at the end of the night, crying.
This is fucking bullshit.
mood: excited for tomorrow
music: Get Up - Ciara
In the United States, when you turn eighteen, you are officially an adult. You can buy lottery tickets, you can buy porn mags, you can vote, and you can be sent to prison. You are legally free of your parents' guardianship. You are legally an adult.
As of July 13th, I'm eighteen. I am an adult. It's kinda crazy.
I am so fortunate. Unlike billions of children around the world, I have survived to adult hood. not only that, but I still have the support of my well-off family; I have food and a roof over my head. I am surrounded by friends who love and care about me; and they are hardly short-term acquaintances--these are people that I hope to know for the rest of my life. I am part of a stable relationship and I am going to college with my boyfriend, whom I love dearly. After a successful high school career, I am going to study at UC Berkeley, satisfying my parents' dreams and exceeding my own.
It's been a long journey, and I am eternally grateful to all who have helped me on the way. Every day, I feel so thankful to be who I am.
But who am I?
I tend to think of my life thus far in four segments:
1. Childhood - Innocence (0-8): Life is so simple when you're little. Your only worries are when your parents are going to take you to the bookstore so you can get the next five books of your favorite series, if you should finish all your homework on Monday or leave some to do on Tuesday, and what you're going to do if you miss your favorite TV show because you wanted to help your mom in the kitchen. At that age, happiness was playing with your sister on the rug in the living room and the door creaking open at four in the afternoon and Dad calling out, "Hello!" and Mom replying from the kitchen, "Dinner's almost ready!" I spent my childhood in Virginia and LA County--two drastically different places. But what did it matter to me, as long as the kids at school were nice to me and I got top marks from my teachers and Mom picked me up after school? That's childhood, you know? When nothing but the immediate present really matters.
Those days, I was a paradox. I was the shyest kid in my class, but I could also be incredibly loud and bossy when I wanted to be. I was such a "follower" type that I refused to ever answer any questions in class unless prodded by my teachers or peers, but I would often lead my friends and cousins and sister in our adventures. I was so smart, but I knew so little about the world. Those days, I was timid but wild, serious but silly, awkward but so comfortable in who I was.
And then I turned nine and moved to this suburban Orange County town, and everything changed.
2. Pre-teens - Discovery (9-12): Jayne teases me a lot about how almost every landmark in my life occured when I was nine. It's true, though. When I was nine, Mom started working. This was when I began to fend for myself. She came home later and later as years went by, so what did I do? I took care of myself. In truth, I raised myself from that point on. Sometimes, I scorn the way that Mark and Diana's mothers baby them, and raise skeptical eyebrows at the way that Kelly and Erin and Mag's parents shield and spoon-feed them, and feel bewildered when Jayne says that she can't hate her mom, no matter what wrong that she inflicts on her. But then I step back, and I realize that
I'm the oddball. I'm the oddball who doesn't talk to her parents about her life (
why in the world would you do that and expose yourself?); I'm the weirdo who cooks half of her own meals and all of her friends' meals because her parents don't have time to (Mrs. Lee and Nina are
maniacal about ensuring that Mark and Diana have lunch and dinner supplied for them; it's almost frightening); I'm the freak who sees her friends more than she does her family members and doesn't really want it any other way.
The other day, Mark helped me clean, put medicine on, and cover up my scratching wounds. I trust him to pieces, but I was so irrationally upset, just like I get when Mother bothers me about my scars. I told him I was sorry but I didn't like being taken care of; I have immense pride about taking care of myself on my own. He said, very insightfully, "Or are you just not used to it?"
I wrote one of my college essays about being independent. Everyone (peer or adult) always says that it's so horrible that my parents are so busy all the time and that I'm so alienated from them and yada yada yada, but honestly, I'm really, really thankful for it. It has allowed me to blossom into this surprisingly independent person, and I don't just mean because I often make my own meals. I mean, I have become distant from my family, so I don't talk to my parents about my thoughts or philosophies or viewpoints. And therefore, they can't influence mine. There's nothing I find more distasteful than children echoing their parents irrational or unfair opinions. I've been able to develop my own religious philosophy, my own political views, my own thoughts about society. I've been able to avoid becoming a clone of my parents, besides things like a penchant for studying and a love for spending quiet time at home. I'm not sad about that: I'm so damn proud.
Other than myself, I also discovered two other very important things at the age of nine: fanfiction and webdesign. These are two things that have transformed my life and given it a direction and paved some paths that perhaps never would have been created otherwise. Since I was little, I've always loved writing stories. But I never considered it as a career choice, because who would want to read the silly, pointless things that I wrote? But then fanfiction came along and showed me that maybe I do have a talent, and it opened up this enormous world to me, and now I'm going to be an English major. It's the same thing with webdesign; it opened up a completely new world for me. HTML, Paint, Photoshop, FTP, blogging... It's all become such a huge part of my life, and I hope that I'll be able to use it in my career in the future, too. And if not, then that's okay, too, because I don't think I'll ever stop doing it. I really enjoy it.
I discovered a lot of things when I was nine. In addition to the above, I also discovered the friends that I'd treasure for the next decade; I realized my personality (couldn't take criticism; had a big ego; couldn't stand Diana because she was a spoiled, arrogant brat!); I began to have sexual awareness (an unexplainable affinity to pretty girls that I now realize was more than just childish idolatry). It's amazing how I can trace many elements of my personality back to this period of time.
3. Adolescence - Experimentation (13-16): In eighth grade, I changed my own life. Completely turned it around. Heard about being dissed by some classmates--for being too smart, too stupid, too loud, too quiet, too weird--and decided that it couldn't go on for any longer. Who I was. The anti-social, prideful girl who tried too hard to be different--it really wasn't working. So I became girlier, I dressed sluttier, I caught onto the things about me that people liked and emphasized them; I got closer to people that I otherwise would've just scorned and stayed away from. And then through high school, this person went through a series of changes. I began talking to guys, getting compliments and almost engaging in a relationship with an older guy, talked and tried to be this new, transformed Elaine to all the girls and gained friends; I began to display eccentricities less, etc. I tried dealing when I suddenly wasn't even close to the top students in my grade, and, well, failed miserably at first, but then began to work my way around my jealousy and insecurity.
I went crazy for a boy, then learned to give that boy up. I grew into a strange on-and-off adoration and obsession with another boy, and when it was clear that he wasn't going to look at me in that way (and even if he did, which he seemed to, he didn't believe in the possibility of us), it slowly faded away. In this, I'd matured; I realized it was pointless to pursue it further. Became attracted to another friend and then embarked on a relationship with her. And boy, was it an adventure, haha. We had our fun, but I don't think either of us were really ready for a relationship--at least not with each other--and things didn't exactly work out. I learned so much from it, though. That relationship really changed my life and taught me so much about myself. Really, the breakup was an enormous turning point in my life.
4. Young Adulthood - Growth (17 - today): After that, I became the person that I am today. I am confident. I am fun. I am friendly. I am open. I am accepting. I am undertsanding. I am beautiful. I am happy with who I am.
I am surrounded by amazing people who love and care for me. My friends love to spend time with me and I always have someone to go to about my problems. I have an amazing, beautiful boyfriend (the boy who I've pursued on-and-off for the past four years) who loves me and accepts me for who I am. I'm going to Berkeley, a fantastic school that I never even dared to dream of attending. My parents, despite all of their troubles and distance, are still married. I have all the material things that I really want (to the point where I have trouble coming up with a wishlist of things that I desire people to buy for me when they're obligated to), and many that I don't need. I am living a happy, comfortable lifestyle.
I AM HAPPY. I AM EIGHTEEN, AND I AM HAPPY.
It's a wonderful feeling. It really is.