Over

Why is it in the world that we can never somehow put ourselves into a neat little drawer which holds us in our entirety? It's the same as the boxes. Those tiny box which you're supposed to tick. Sometimes they come in ageing boxes, the 20 - 25, 26-30, 31-35 boxes. I don't know if they come in big capacities since I've never had the need to look. So let's safely say I've overlooked them. We have boxes for everything, height, gender, academic achievements, and sometimes even a rude box for weight comes up. And I'm expected to put that all over the Internet? Oh No. I will not be targeted by Weight Watchers and points. But I guess my time is somehow up. And I'm trying to be brave like Jade. I don't think I am as brave, but I'm trying. My time ticking weight boxes is up because very soon I'm going to be the next Jade. And although I will not be going into the mad media limelight, I will still be another Jade, just a few years older. But tragic just the same. And it's ok because we are here journeying. It is just as if we have a flight ticket, for most an economy flight ticket, and for some, a business flight. It's still a flight. And for the better part of us, we can wedge ourselves into the seat. Some others just can't. Over and out.