petra

I'm in my early 20s. This means I'm entitled to some failures, all in the name of self-discovery.However, this is no excuse for making foreseeably dumb decisions, particularly those which hurt others. Unless you're a hermit or an outcast, how you interact with others counts.I don't like messaging via forums like this, Friendster, Bebo, Facebook, you name it - not if there's email. I shall refrain from going into detail about how pathetic I think that is.I am not very polite when I'm annoyed.I've an English degree, which I started in order to teach. Then I found NGO work, which landed me in law. I'm now looking at other things. English was not a waste, because it allowed me to indulge in people. Law will not be a waste, or I wouldn't still be hacking it at university. Professional programmes within the arena of 'smart' people can kill your soul.I have a great person in my life, and fantastic friends. This causes me to swing between moments of extreme self-satisfaction ("Of COURSE they love me! How could they not?") and low self-esteem. ("Why do you bother? Dump me, quick.") It may sound funny but it's true.I like to cook, I like music, I enjoy writing, volunteer work rocks. It changes you. Actually, all of these things do.What I want to do with my life - that's my happy secret. It's nothing fantastic, but I've learnt that blaring your plans to the world, though not wrong, isn't as satisfactory sometimes as hugging them close. So I'm snuggling with my dreams, happily.