Hmm… where do I start with this… oh yeah, I guess I started to slowly grow up, when I realized that you couldn’t just be too thin or too fat… no there were so many things that could be wrong with our bodies, it was really insane! At least when I listened to other girls whenever they saw a mirror. I don’t know, I never really understood that, but I guess I didn’t have to. It was just very funny to watch, not gonna lie about that.
Next to that, I guess it was pretty normal. Preparing for school, doing exams, going on parties on the weekends, doing some other stuff we are not really proud of later on. Yeah that’s actually a pretty good summary of my teenage years. And then it starts to get more serious. Finding a job, working in that job, getting money and everything that comes along with that. It wasn’t really the life I was hoping for to be honest. In that moment, all of us realized, that this was probably the thing I couldn’t be more different from my father.
He was more a workaholic. I hated it. Well, not work itself to be honest, but that everything needed to follow a boring schedule. Every day was basically the same. Getting up, getting ready for work, work the whole day and coming back home in the evening. It was hard for me to accept this reality, but I couldn’t tell you why exactly. It took me quite some time to finally find something I considered myself happy with.
And so I became an adult. A boring, hard working adult… nah, just kidding! I guess there was a reason why my father kept calling me a child. Yeah, other’s loose their curiosity and sense for causing trouble over the years, but I was clinging onto it like a koala to its tree. I guess curiosity kills the cat one day, but till then I’ll surely will have a lot of fun.
Oh wait, you surely wanted to know other things, right? Like, what I learned and what I was working then finally? Well, that is easy to answer. I learned to be a banking employee, worked as it for a few years and threw then everything overboard to become a novelist. If I was good? Well, that’s hard to say. I earned quite some money with it, but I didn’t get famous. Maybe because of the reason, that I never wrote anything under my real name and identity. But, who cares? I had fun doing it and actually still enjoy writing till the present day.
Okay, that’s enough. Come on, you have to admit that this stuff is boring, isn’t it?