Perfection.

(This is going to be a bit of a rant. You have been warned.)


Being perfect is hard. Flawless appearance, composure, mannerisms, clothes, makeup, conversational skills. All essential to being a "responsible young lady".

Last night, I had to go to an important dinner that required me to conduct myself in a perfectly flawless fashion. So, I spent hours, carefully preparing my outfit, and trying to strike the right balance of  makeup. I managed to pull off the "perfect young lady" act for a good couple of hours, stunning, charming, polite, poised, refined, etc.

After those couple of hours, I got rather hyper (probably as a result of the 5+ glasses of Coke), so I left the room, and found a guy friend of mine loitering around. So we were talking about random shit, then we realised that it was unbecoming of a young lady to talk to random guys. So we walked to the carpark and continued our conversation. People kept coming through and giving me funny looks, and I think I got told off once (in a foreign language, so I couldn't really tell).

We walked further into the carpark, behind some cars, so you couldn't really see us from the doorway, and continued talking. After a while, the girls came in. They're really nice people, but unlike me, they don't need to act like "young ladies", because it comes naturally to them.

Anyway, me being as slutty as I am, they assumed we were doing something dodgy behind the cars. Which we weren't (seriously). And they haven't stopped lecturing me since.

Seriously.
I would like to not give a fuck what the hell I look like. I would like to not give a fuck about what people think about me. And I would fucking like to stop looking over my shoulder every fucking moment of my life.