Botak little boys

Oct 14, 2010 01:42

The other day, I cut through the park on the way home. A little botak boy was playing on the playground set at the far end, saw me, pointed from afar, said something to his maid and came running to me, saying 'mama! mama!' How adorable is that? And also, I take it as a compliment that a little boy mistook me for his mother, rather than that it implies that I am matronly. In figure. From afar, at least. But the poor little boy, he ran to me and as he got closer, his face started to get very confused, till he stopped in front of me and stared up, with the deer-in-headlights kind of look that little kids get. He looked so terrified! So i bent down and I said hi and asked him what his name was, and he just looked at me with these big eyes, not sure whether to run away or not. But he did after a few moments. His maid was laughing so hard.

Sun and I were talking KR again the other day, and we spun off a little new AU where our little pair are bright eyed little medical students [which is so far from their original characters, but so cute to imagine!] And we concluded that we were living our lives vicariously through fictional characters, when we should instead be going out and finding future husbands. What a sad thought!

Before the medical interviews, you kind of brainwash your ownself into thinking that you can adapt to this sort of lifestyle. By lifestyle, I mean that future where you spend 36 hours in the hospital, three times a week on call, and have no time for a social life. You're so worried about that med interviews, and you're only 18 and just out of A levels [ and never been in a relationship]. There's no way you would be able to comprehend the dating world and getting married and having children eventually. It's 'somewhere in the future', and you see women doctors marrying and having babies all around you, so why worry? Then you get into hospital and you realise that there are women doctors around - plenty- who aren't married and are growing old with no partner by their side. It's a depressing thought. It also makes me desperate for a boyfriend, but that would just be too degrading and humiliating.

There's a tarot card and palm reader who sets up a booth occasionally outside LT 28. Sometimes you just wish someone could tell you with all certainty that you will get married and have two or three kids and never get divorced.

medicine, growing up, boys, relationships

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