Some people think I’m too uptight. Some other people think I’ve changed too much…and apparently lost all of my morals in the process. I do too much of this, not enough of that. I should study more. I shouldn’t go out with my friends. I should get a job. Some people might look down on me for wanting to be a good wife…or wanting to be a wife at all…or something. I’ve been told it’s unhealthy to only date one guy for such a long time. How will I ever have my own identity? I’ve been told by the same people to break up and get married. I’ve been told not to worry about school too much and to find something that will make me happy. I’ve been told to be the best student possible. I get treated like I’m pretentious or self-righteous for wanting to go to Cru every Thursday, and treated like a hypocrite if I go to a concert and a bar instead. People think they know how I feel. People think they understand why I act the way I do. Everyone has advice. I’m glad they care enough to say so. Everyone has an opinion. Everyone knows what’s right and wrong for me.
Frankly, I don’t give a damn.