just minishorts.

And then that's not necessarily a bad thing.

Just a while back someone remarked that my blog was far too personal, and with the kind of outreach I enjoy (enjoy!) I ought to reconsider my role in society (my role!) and talk about issues that matter, not things like popping cherries and worried mothers and the types of foods I take at the weekend.

As if it really mattered, what I think.

So I don't talk about squatgate, I don't talk about shaved bald men, or misuse of political power, I don't directly talk about international political uproar and violations of freedom of speech… and my blog is all about the delusions of a 20-something year old who is worried that she will never get married, or that she'll end up with the wrong guy for life. Oh, she also turns into a devil once a month and has this knack of blaming everything on hormonal influctions and other nonsensical crap, and she also does the occasional belly-flopping stance, and always, always, puts her foot in her own mouth. Damn you want to hate her, but you come here anyway, and you want to see what else has minishorts got to say today, because you need a bit of puke-inducing stimulus to enable you to appreciate the down sides of life.

But at the end of the day, sure, I'll admit it, I'm shallow, it's all crap, it seems like it matters, but really it doesn't. The truth is, I'm a coward, I don't quite like to take the bull by its horns direct. So it seems like I dribble, I repeat my issues, I fall down, I talk about how I feel when I fall down, and when the world starts to fight over insensitive cartoons, I tell you about how offended I felt when people told me a festive dish is 'yuck yuck yuck'.

I don't seem very objective (but tell me something, dear, have you ever met anyone who is really, 100% objective?)… and damn, where the heck are her concerns for the things that matter, like human rights and freedom rights and religious rights (wait, I talk about religious rights sometimes)… like, doesn't she actually care about the world?

Well you know what? I don't know, haha. You tell me if I'm someone who cares, and if under all these cumbersome talk of shopping choices and male-female divides and generation gap experiences, minishorts really doesn't give a damn about the world.