growing up

this occurrence can suck. big time. it happens; and no force in the world can stop it from happening. you are forced to pop out of that bubble (i used to call happy food place. to all those of you judging me - i love food. and snubble - with suche. but i dont know if that counts given that its our grown up happy place!) and wake up and smell the coffee - because now, you are officially old enough to drink coffee, and other good stuff. you get out of the phase of not caring about what you are wearing to skinny jeans and peek-a-boo shoes - nice satin ones. and speaking of shoes - you own tons. because now, you are earning your own money, and its ok for you to spend it on whatever you want. like shoes. and you can own 40 pairs like i do - i know. its terrible.

moving on. you grow up. you get a job and you know if you really like it or not. you know who your friends are, get closer to your sister and you want to get closer to your parents. so you might decide that you want to tell them everything. well everything-ish - there are things you should keep quite about for your own good.



like about relationships.
now. for those of you who are not indian, please understand this, as i know it is going to be difficult for you to 'get' this (boo, one being you) - most of us indian girls, DO NOT tell parents about boyfriends right away. because it is stupid. unless you are a 100% sure of which direction things are going in, you do not tell them, because all indian parents think about after that is marriage and how your kids are going to look. i know - kids? already? yes, already - because they want to see thier grandkids before they ' go the house of God' or however it is they phrase the words.

but i wanted to step out of that. im 23. i want to be in that place where i can tell my parents everything-ish and it not be such a flippin big deal. i want them to know im going out with someone so that every time i am going out - i dont have to lie about it. because im 23. not 13 - but 23. so i thought i would surprise my parents, strap on a pair, and tell them. i have a boyfriend. and NO. we are not planning to get married tomorrow, but i dont want to lie to them and hide shit because in the heart of things, that is even more stupid than telling them. this could be it - wedding bells in a couple of years or it could be a big mistake and i would move on.

i was either waiting for them to flip out and go on about how he is not indian and hindu or give me grief about marrying the man right away. they surprised me.

so - in conclusion. i feel good. and happy. and grown up. i still think growing up sucks - given that it makes you come out of happy food place, but there definitely are perks.
did i tell you about the new shoes silver and black shoes i bought?