THE THING ABOUT BEING 23, 5FT 11 AND 100KG

     You are tall. Granted. However your size distracts people from your almost dominating height(scoffs, not that dominating)

     You'd wish you were taller. But that would need you to put a bit of effort into your physical appearance, and you just don't give a damn. 

     And even when you do try to keep fit - 1km or 2km runs, light push-ups and sit-ups- you begin this ritual of staring at your half-naked self in the mirror after every 'uncompleted' work out. 

      On the days you do notice changes, you feel a deep sense of accomplishment. You raise your wobbly shoulders and suck in your tummy, almost willing the abs to show(They do not).

     Biceps are subtly bulging, chest getting pumped, and stomach not showing in your tight T-shirts. But everything changes when you drink water(LMAO)

     It vexes you when people see your face and instantly believe you have a wife and four kids somewhere. And once you tell them you're age, they accuse you of lying. Why? 

     People expect much from you. A deep voice, overwhelming strength, maturity, and wealth, so imagine their surprise when you're nothing but a soft-spoken whimp who is always broke and still watches cartoons(anime, please). 

     You're continually going through midlife or quarter-life crisis when you feel like you're an underachiever. And you're not yet 25.

     You have this unnerving desire to want to impress everybody. You try, but you end up disappointing them halfway in your subservience. 

     You can't stand romance, although you secretly wish to be shown the same affection you cringe over in movies. You are a complicatedly, hopeless romantic. 

You love solitude,even though you get depressive thoughts in your alone time. But, hey, alone time makes good "alone" time too. 

      You want to fuck a lot of people, but you don't want to fuck a lot of people. It's not fear(it is), and it's not like you feel you won't be any good at it(STFU!)

     People mistake your unmistakable cry for help as being perverted. I wonder what you do to make them think you're that kind of guy? 

     And you're horny. Very horny. Like all the time, horny. Like 'boners in the breeze,' 'I'm writing this and adjusting at this moment' and 'Fuck me, YOU!' kind of horny. 

      Your family is a nightmare. But then again, whose family isn't as dysfunctional and evasively non-caring as yours can be, right? Right? 

      You are under pressure. Intense family pressure, and you don't think or believe you could live up to their standards. Not that you can't try, but it's just their standard isn't what you see or want for yourself. 

      You are a music lover. You listen to music every single time you can. It's not that you're an addict(yeah, right), but the music helps you think less about your inadequacies, your insecurities, and your fuckups(yeah...right) 

      You'd wish the people you like a lot would like you back with the same vigor as you do. Some do, actually, but you fuck it up when you feel you're not good enough for them. You're not even good enough for you. 

      You feel that your physical appearance is holding you back. It isn't, but it is. You have insecurities, remember. 

      You long for a personal relationship and communication with the most High. You wish you could understand why some worship songs don't hit you emotionally as it does the guy on the left, or why you don't fall under anointing like the sister on the right even when you know your legion of demons are alive and prowling. You may get there, but until then, WE MOVE(you mean *sin).

       You long for happiness. You long for freedom. But they cost money irrespective of what society thinks. Happiness is expensive, especially in your country. For you, satisfaction is unlimited anime streaming, song listening joy with a bit of accomplishment. If that's not euphoric, then what is? 

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