Me

I recently had a chat with someone close and I was taken aback by the perception he had of me .I was Miss Goody Two Shoes  who never rebelled,who always did everything right!

Did he not know me ? He probably didnt actually. 

But I have messed up so many times.Does nobody know that? And hey I rebelled ,at least in the way I could.It never amounted to much because

a) I never could afford to rebel.Materially or emotionally.

b) Everytime I rebelled ,it never worked.Something would always fall out and I would be like..Aargh...bad bad bad idea.Never listen to your stupid friends.

I live a quiet,boring life now.I never wanted anything else, I think.Tried the fast lane,didnt work.Not smart enough to fit in with the intellectuals.Not brave enough to say outrageous stuff and fight it out.So I am an outsider there too.Not flaky enough to fit in with the material girls.Too lazy to obsess about my body and exercise and stuff.The list is endless..

So where do I fit in? Where is the me shaped hole in the universe that I can just fall into ? Here?

Right here? Tapping away on my phone,one corner of my mind planning the day's menu,a ear pricked to hear my baby son if he wakes up, a lovely romance waiting on my Kindle.

Actually, right here is right where is I fit in.

And yes I hate reading the news.

Oh and also how self obsessed am I ...