My lost last infatuation
As like most of the adolescents my love (infatuation?!) started when I was entering my fifteenth year. If you think its a bit late, then I just cant help it! But then, its supposed to creep in at some point during teenage! Soon my dull and boring life with heaps of books and notes turned exciting waiting for his (no school mate, family friend or neighbor her) film to release. But, alas! The poor guys films failed miserably and so did my love for him after waiting on for his success for one full year. Or may be I was turning wiser by the year realizing that the star was far too old for me.>Then I decided that it was time to move on to better things in life. Well going back to my studies? No way! At 16, I just did not feel it was necessary for me to shut myself with books. I deserved all the freedom in this world as like others. When most my peers were satisfied being the arm candy of some macho guy, I felt I deserved to be one too. Probably ego issues, I guess. Then started my hunt for a real (tired of virtual ones by now) boyfriend. After exploring endlessly for one full year and a steady decline in my school scores I decided that it was time to concentrate wholeheartedly on one thing in life. Boyfriend or studies? Though the second one was not very appealing, my steady decline in school marks had already ensured that my monthly pocket money allowance is proportionate to my marks.
Now, I was pushed to a point to weigh down my priorities in life. No boy friend, no good scores and no pocket money. What is my position in life? More importantly my f(r)iends started to think that I was a moron!
With a new resolve to build my life (was it shattered in the first place?!) I decided to get back to my studies, though halfheartedly. Hope it would last for a long time, may be even show on my score cards and eventually my pocket money