I know what I am looking for…

Interest, invasive yet non-judgemental questions about me. Yes, the selfish me. Why? Because it is exactly the opposite of what woman do. The existence of such person is, in my knowledge…hard to find. I was going to say that it is against the very nature of woman, but I know it is not true. And I wonder, if I will be able to meet this person eye to eye.

Why is this hard? Woman I’ve met thus far are good conversationlists… about themselves. Rarely, do woman raises questions about my behavior. Take for example my hobby. The secret life of dancing I lead outside of my normal life, essential part of me. I don’t think anyone has yet to ask me this very simple question that I ask every woman I met: “So what are your hobbies?”. I sometimes forgo that question, when I know that the person in question is going to be embarrassed about answering that. You’d be surprised how many people answers with shame:”Go out dancing, hang out with friends and shopping.”. Maybe it was just my tone of voice when I ask that questions.

I want to feel fear and I want to feel respect for the person in front of me. Also, in doing so. I know that:
1. this person does not fear to be blunt
2. she has good observational skills
3. she has interest in what I do.

Thus completes the chapter of my life called: Soul Searching. A term invented by aimless teenagers to try and grasp the meaning of the world around. I’ve crossed the line into adulthood in this chapter. How do I know? Because when I look at the young crowd gathered at the mall on weekends, self conscious and vying for attention. All I feel is annoyance. Why? Because their actions never have consequences and they use that to their advantage in their quest for attention. They live alone, as if no one else exist, and adults live with each other, knowing very well, that everyone else exist.

When will I write again? Dunno, maybe when I’ve fully transition out of this chapter.

Next should be the chapter of the corporate world, where my actions, will impact all those around me and their lives.
Period

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