I'm pretty damn proud of myself, what I have worked for, and who I am. I
went to university for a career, not a husband, and it was not
bankrolled by the First National Bank of Mom & Dad. How many times have
I heard, "Are you on the lifetime degree plan?" Or, "Jayne's a
professional student." (giggle, laugh)
Now those questions have changed to, "You're so lucky!" Or, "God smiles
on you!" Shuh. Tell it to my computer science books, my professors who
showed no mercy when they expected nothing less than perfect from me,
and to my student loan bills, my projects that I worked days and nights
to get done, and my sleep deprived body to get my work done.
Kiss my college ring and kneel at the shrine my diploma which symbolizes
all my hard work to get to where I am at, and that I, on
purpose, chose to continue with my education and that I also,
on purpose, chose not to get knocked up by some
loser husband/boyfriend/one night stand, chose not to feel so
sorry for myself that I wasted my life away on drugs, or find some "man"
to "take care" of me, then leaves me because he got bored, or he
couldn't handle real responsibilities. (Yes, all of this has happened to
some degree to the "strong" women of my family -- those very same women
that made fun of me and how long it took for me to finish school. At
least *I* finished something)
I'm not bitter. I can't be. Because I am where I want to be in life, and
can attribute it to myself, instead of being in a shitty situation and
wallowing in my own self pity because of a self inflicted life that
sucks. And even after all has been said and done...I don't hate them. I
don't even pity them. I'm having too much fun to even worry or think
about them.
'Nuff said.
Peace.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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