Living right smack on solid, level ground

I'm currently in an emotional rut where I want to do a lot of things, but I convince myself that it is too impractical, or even impossible. I'm having issues about my freedom and accountability in the world. I have never been allowed to make too many of my own decisions when I was a child and I suppose that just makes me want to do anything I want to now.

What's the problem then, you ask? My parents have successfully programmed recklessness out of my system. I'm not a risk taker. I weigh the consequences, I think up reasons about why I can't do things, I worry about what people will think (sometimes) and I limit my world within walls which I've put up myself.

If I do try to break out of the system, I'm immediately confronted with a perfectly good reason (like security. Girls apparently don't have much of this) why I'm crazy. So I clean my room, attempt a bit of light cooking, watch movies and live vicariously on the edge through books.

How the Other Side Feels - The typical story of love at the workplace

Once upon a time, there was a guy and a girl who worked together. 

They were attracted to each other. (Naturally.)

However, neither of them wanted to admit it first. So they tortured the rest of their mutual friends at work by flirting blatantly with each other whilst calling themselves 'just friends'. Eventually, the mutual friends decided enough was enough. 

They had gotten sick of pretending to barf into their coffee when said guy and girl playfully exchanged witty banter cloaked in 'I'm into you' innuendos first thing in the morning. They did not want to hear them both call each other from ten feet away to play 'you hang up first' games anymore. 

The men disliked watching the guy lose his self respect and share girly moments with the girl in the hope that it will lead to The Perfect Moment. The women said it was adorable, but secretly thought the whole thing was disgusting because a) 'For heaven's sake, just get together already!' and b) they were women.

So they did the only thing which afforded them a modicum of entertainment. They teased the guy and the girl mercilessly. When the not-yet-couple arrived, eyebrows were waggled suggestively ('Ah, guess who's being mushy again?' *waggle, waggle*) , jokes were exchanged about the couple's prospective in-laws ('Hey, don't worry about cash. Mamaanar irrukaarla?' (daddy-in-law will take care of it)) and their future babies  were not spared ('Machi, you'll have two kids. I just hope neither of them look like you.')

Finally, the glorious day dawned when the guy and the girl decided that it was about time they stopped being 'secretly' in love and just admitted that they were together.Congratulations and slaps on the back are liberally donated. Girls say 'aww!' when guy feeds girl. Guys continue to barf into their coffee cups. 

The next day, there are two conspicuous absences at the lunch table. There are a couple of comments about how lovers ditch friends at the first opportunity, but everyone agrees it's very romantic and sweet. And no one says it out loud, but everyone is also extremely relieved.   

Am I the type of chick that likes to rock the beat?

This chick has been in bed for five days with a viral fever. Rocking the beat has to wait, but I love Willow Smith. Especially 21st century girl. And if you want, take a look at some of her pictures in Google. You have to be spunky to shave off half your head when you're hardly a teen. She's touted to be the next Rihanna, but God forbid.She can definitely do better.

Coming back to the original question, yes. Yes, I'm the type. 

   

To write or not to write

As many of you may not know (and good for you!), M&B is hosting a short story writing competition. I now face a dilemma. Should I go ahead and attempt to write a steamy romance or thumb my nose at it because M&B is not exactly of the same caliber as Gone with the Wind? 

On one hand, I pretty much hate generic romance novels where the guy has muscles like steel and the girl wears clingy sweaters and the both of them do it about five times before they realize they're in love. 

On the other, I'm bored! I'd really like something to work on now, and this might be just the type of pointless, frivolous thing that will snap me out of my boringness and give me something to laugh (and blog) about. 

Aye or nay?