A story about me
Once upon a time a (long) while ago on a lovely sunny Sunday on a small tropical island I was born. I decided to pop out an exact month too early since it was Fathersday (try topping that one ever again). Moved around a bit, a few times between the island and the small land of the Dutch, and here and there a while in the US.
I was picked on in grade school, by the 8th grade I somehow managed to get in with the ‘cool’ kids. Left some genuine friends behind me to get with in-crowd, but it all worked out in the end.
So I hung with the rockers, the smokers, the bad, but tres cool, kids. Eventually we grew up, some better than others, we grew apart, it sucked for a bit, then eh..who cares anymore.
College was a rollercoasterride from hellhole schools to being the stand out in a crowd, cute boys, fun parties, no parties (or social life) to an abusive EX-bf that took forever to get rid of, to having the time of my life abroad.
Now, I am jilted to an extend, bitter like I never wanted to be, I still have a big mouth, stand up for any injustice, think it absolutely sucks we can’t fight it all, carefully love again, am afraid of heartache (right up there in my generation) and lo and behold I actually have a slight nesting urge now and then.
I still have hope, hope for mankind, kindness, love ever after, succes, succeeding, a better world, less unfairness, more sharing. I hope to become someone who can affect people, hopefully in a good sense. Aim to write again, seriously pondering that one building for my business and dream of lots of travel for the coming years.
