Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Pressure
I feel: IRRITATED
Now playing: Pressure by Paramore
Can people stop already? No, not 'classmates and friends' people. More like my parents and teachers. Weeks have passed and they have not done anything but impose expectations on me that are not warranted. It wouldn't have mattered if their expectations came from their former opinions of me, but no. The Sister Act is here again, goddamit.
Don't get me wrong. There has been too much fuss with my older sister, and I'm happy for her. But come on, hearing incessant and redundant mumbling and holier-than-thou comments all the time is stretching my limits. It's always,"oh, look at her, she's a cum laude" and other stuff. I am almost convinced that those people see me as her, pre-college years. It's infuriating. Totally and utterly infuriating.
People tend to compare our writing styles for one. Writing is a skill that my sister and I have a common understanding on, along with other language stuff. Our inflection and diction is the same. But that's about it; our writing styles have already gone on to crossroads a long time ago. Her writing is soft, elegant,flowy, vivid, even artsy. She has always been a very artistic person. Mine, on the other hand, is direct and straight to the point. You might even say that my writing is crude. Contrary to popular belief, I am not good in writing, at least in the traditional sense. I write to express my views and opinions, but that's about it. Don't expect me to be mushy. I'm just not the type.
Point is, we are different. DIFFERENT. The thing I hate the most is to be compared and to be judged at once. We may not be on the opposite sides of the spectrum, but it's near to that. Every person has the right to be recognized as her own person. For God's sake, give me the time of day. That's the only thing I ask.
