Some of my former classmates are married and have kids. Kids in plural. This is baffling for me, for a lot of reasons. I am still eighteen years old (almost nineteen), and I feel really young. I know I don’t count with the maturity to take care of children just yet. I don’t even know if I like children! (Well, some of them.) I’m barely starting college, for crying out loud! I am becoming more independent day by day, but that doesn’t mean I am ready to marry, have kids and have full responsibility. I need time to think and prepare for what is next. College is helping me with that.
In a couple of years, my former classmates might think I’m taking it too slow. I possibly am, but I have a lot of plans for my future, and they will take several years for me to achieve. I was talking with my mom about them, and I told her: “I don’t have time to read, how will I have time for someone else?”
People know that I’m very wary of giving people some of my reading time. Just imagine if I had to give them my study/research time! That’s a deal breaker for me. We would have to compromise. (I’m like Cristina Yang on that aspect.) Honestly, I need to work on some aspects of my life before welcoming someone else into it. That’s why I cannot afford to be on the fast lane. The “live fast, die young” thing doesn’t work for me. And it never will.
Science, Books and Silly Things 