Adebelle

It suddenly hit me last night that I am not so open minded after all. But then again, the question is how do you define open minded?

Call me boring, dull or even rigid minded if you may. I used to think drinking and smoking are morally wrong. I must say this has something to do with my upbringings and family background. Friends that I had in school were those excel academically. Of course, they too, frowned upon the idea of drinking and smoking. Then, my social circle expanded, I met people who are 180 degrees different from who I am and I befriended people who lead different lifestyles as to mine. To elaborate more on the difference, these people I’ve met, you see, they smoke and they drink. They have no curfews and they party till the morning comes. They have no qualms falling into a male friend’s arms after a few booze. Don’t get me wrong. What I am trying to say is that these people adopt different approach in life and that doesn’t make them any less ‘proper’ so to say. They are very affectionate and passionate when comes to expressing their feelings,  which is a good thing, I think. This is a liberal world and everyone is entitled to do what they want.

I thought my mindset has more or less changed over the years when I befriended people whom I thought I’d never befriended. But, it never did change. I realised those things my grandparents instilled in me when I was younger stay in my mind like a permanent mark. I can never change who I am and how I think. I would never compromise what I’ve been believing for so long. Some said I lead a boring life, with no spark and excitment. Some said how could  I stereotyping people who smoke, who drink, who party as the black sheep. I guess, this will never end until each and everyone comes to appreaciate the difference in every individual. I am still learning. It is not easy to celebrate the differences.

So, last Friday, as I sitting at one corner observing people chatting and drinking the night away. I saw many different behaviours, some are totally inappropriate but who am I to say it is inappropriate… So when a stranger approached and put his arms around my neck, I pushed him away and made it clear that I do not like the closeness. He was shocked but then again, he has to realise not all the girls are the same and he has to respect that. That night, I saw this guy walking around and hitting on different girls. He had 98% of successful attempts. It then made me wonder if I am the only different species there.

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