I’m going to be 15 in the next hour and ten
minutes. However exhilarating the whole idea of turning fifteen might be, I’m
still not as happy or excited as I should be. Being a 14 year old kid I’ve
learned I’m nowhere even close to being called an adult in the next, let’s say,
2-3 years. It turns out I’m mature for my age but I’m still not ready to let go
of my childhood. There are many examples that indicate my being pretty much
dysfunctional in matters of fashion and obviously boys. One of the main reasons
for me being such an odd little girl is the influence of my ever so present
brothers. It turns out even they have to tell me sometimes that I’m a girl
(supposedly). But of course this whole thing leads on to another topic, which
is, am I now a future 15 year old ready to be a girly girl, which I have never
been before or if I’m still going to stay the normal me, a bit of nerdish,
idiotic, senseless and as my brother says a brainless head girl. This actually
is a bit of a dilemma for me right now, when I’m on the verge of being fifteen
that should I still pursue my careless attitude towards the yet unimportant
things to me or should I change myself for none but myself, I say, or rather
change myself for the people who are going to be unimportant to me after a
while. And yes this dilemma will continue till next year when I’ll be on the
verge of getting 16 and I’ll ask myself,
did I or did I not change in the past one year. And the answer I’ll get then
will be my existence in one of the, supposedly, most important years of my
life.