I AM WHO I AM

"Uh-what are you wearing", my sister was triggered when she saw me wearing a t-shirt and shorts on our so called "family get-together". Well, I couldn't blame myself for not wearing a tuxedo, you see. I intended to walk-in to the party, stuffing my belly with as much as food as possible and enjoying this time with my fam...mmm...(never mind) enjoying my time alone. Yes , that's what I am and you can fairly judge me till' the end of the story.

           So where were we, oh! yes the "party". I can notice so many familier faces. Guess what, everyone is so organized and they look like computers as if they are programmed to function. Such imperial personality with a black heart, *pity*. Speaking of black heart, my cousins are here too wearing tuxedos and judging me from 1 meter away. I can read their poker faces staring at me with their despairing looks of disapprovemnet . Well I don't give a damn about it. Clearly, no wonder they turned out to be just like their parents, selfish and self-centered. The most amusing part is they are so pale and skinny and seeing them all suited up like a royal family is just a cherry on top of a perfect disaster. I bet they were enforced to wear those just to maintain standard in front of others because after all it's all about show-off and reputation.

             But just so you know, us the bloom family were well-known people in the society in Michigan. My dad and mom were running a business in downtown Michigan. My sister just graduated from law school. She was studying in Harvard University and is currently in her transition period where she is looking for a proper job. As for me, I graduated from high school and i'm on my gap year to later pursue a degree in "Bachelors in Art History". This is my family profile.

             While growing up, I faced a lot of trouble to myself, being called out talentless because I didn't have any specific talent like singing and dancing. My parents weren't proud of myself from day 1. Despite being their son, I was treated like a garbage and my sister used to get all those attention which she totally deserve being smart and excelling in her academics. I was always the other one. I was mistreated in my childhood and that sucked but it was ok for me because at the end none of that mattered to me. My family always thinks that art will never get me where I want, never will it help me and will make me unsuccessful and a burden. But that was the only thing I was good at, so instead of listening to them, I chose to listened to myself and where I wanna be 5 years from now. It's obviously our life and we get to decide what's good for us and what's bad. I should just embrace my talent and make a living out of it. Anyway, I went way too far with that story, my bad. Let's move on to the party.

              So it was already 11pm. Everyone started leaving. I was super tired and was on the verge of sleeping. I got my car keys and headed towards my car, then just at that moment I saw an old lady walking by and was all in dirt as if she was coming from a pig farm and the next thing I remember was her fainting on the street road. I went rushing towards her. "Jamie, where are you going?". Dad questioned me. I answered saying there's a lady over there and I think she's having a fit, so we should help her. But my dad told me not to because it's already 12 and no wonder what kind of misfits, people ran into during these hours. But I was pretty sure something was wrong with her. "Ew, she is so dirty and smelly, ugh" my sister mumbled for a sec. I didn't listened to them and called the ambulance because I didn't knew where her house was. They came immediately and took her to the hospital. I didn't know who she was, where she lived, what was she doing before, but she looked deserted so I think she'll be in a better condition now. And before I even looked back my family had already left. And this is how it all went. How my well educated family who were so naive in front of people didn't even think about helping an old women across the street. This makes me feel more confident to do something like that. I'm grateful that I am not as much as spoiled as my parents and relatives are.

              You see, no matter how educated and skilled you are on your profession, if you can't simply make yourself useful to the society and help others, where did all your 10-14 years of literacy went. If you can't stand up to what is right and what is wrong, if you can't make a difference and act upon it, where did it all went, huh!. Think about it.................

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