I am 18, forever.
So it seems that irony has once again made a cameo. I used to grimace at Sel whenever he told us he was watching Gossip Girl, along with the many other US television series. Now, i'm pretty much hooked onto the show, on the grounds that it is a piece of modern literature (who am i kidding?) and that it boasts an excellent, witty script.
Maybe it's all about the fear of growing old - that i need to imbue myself with a renewed sense of youth simply by watching this show about a bunch of kids living the opulent life.
Maybe it's all about the innate, silenced desire to live the life of the cast. To be able to spend freely without a care in the world; to be decked in designer wear; to be able to snub the "lesser" minions of society.
The plot is simple - ordinary boy and rich pretty girl get hitched and everything else just kinda revolves around it. The show is a mish mash of Desperate Housewives/Veronica Mars/OC and what have you. It's an interesting collage that doesn't overdo things and the plot doesn't get too outta hand and melodramatic. Well, at least i think so. Ha.
It's funny, this whole thing about growing old. Every tick of an age we draw closer to the next pitstop in life, so arbitrarily decided by society, of course - get married before 30, get a car/house thereafter, get a kid (make one, rather), send kid to school, kid finds a partner, i interrogate the bugger or buggeress...and it goes on and on.
I feel like there's so much more to life than just following this set of predefined steps. I wanna travel, take pictures, write, sing and lose myself to the ethereal lifestream. I know i'm still young, well, relatively. There's so much more time for me to acheieve that certain greatness i seek but then one has to realise that age means nothing - it is nothing but a number, a useless indicator of how long you've lived. You may be 18, with decades more to live, with a seemingly abundant headstart to go do something with your life. Afterall, life expectancy rapidly increases with the advancement of technology, doesn't it?
Then come tomorrow, whilst walking home, a branch snaps from its place 20 metres above and comes falling down, only for you to thwart its suicide. And that's it. Game over. It doesn't matter whether you're 1, 18 or 50, death comes for you like the merciless harbinger it is.
We don't have time. We are but hapless puppets of this opera show of life. So we are taught to live vicariously because the infinite amount of rules in life shackle us to decrepit customs and faux values.
So Gossip Girl is my conduit. And i ain't ashamed to be proud of it.
You know you hate me because i utter the truth.
XOXO
Maybe it's all about the fear of growing old - that i need to imbue myself with a renewed sense of youth simply by watching this show about a bunch of kids living the opulent life.
Maybe it's all about the innate, silenced desire to live the life of the cast. To be able to spend freely without a care in the world; to be decked in designer wear; to be able to snub the "lesser" minions of society.
The plot is simple - ordinary boy and rich pretty girl get hitched and everything else just kinda revolves around it. The show is a mish mash of Desperate Housewives/Veronica Mars/OC and what have you. It's an interesting collage that doesn't overdo things and the plot doesn't get too outta hand and melodramatic. Well, at least i think so. Ha.
It's funny, this whole thing about growing old. Every tick of an age we draw closer to the next pitstop in life, so arbitrarily decided by society, of course - get married before 30, get a car/house thereafter, get a kid (make one, rather), send kid to school, kid finds a partner, i interrogate the bugger or buggeress...and it goes on and on.
I feel like there's so much more to life than just following this set of predefined steps. I wanna travel, take pictures, write, sing and lose myself to the ethereal lifestream. I know i'm still young, well, relatively. There's so much more time for me to acheieve that certain greatness i seek but then one has to realise that age means nothing - it is nothing but a number, a useless indicator of how long you've lived. You may be 18, with decades more to live, with a seemingly abundant headstart to go do something with your life. Afterall, life expectancy rapidly increases with the advancement of technology, doesn't it?
Then come tomorrow, whilst walking home, a branch snaps from its place 20 metres above and comes falling down, only for you to thwart its suicide. And that's it. Game over. It doesn't matter whether you're 1, 18 or 50, death comes for you like the merciless harbinger it is.
We don't have time. We are but hapless puppets of this opera show of life. So we are taught to live vicariously because the infinite amount of rules in life shackle us to decrepit customs and faux values.
So Gossip Girl is my conduit. And i ain't ashamed to be proud of it.
You know you hate me because i utter the truth.
XOXO