As I was growing up, the media became my source of knowledge. I got entertained and educated. The influence that I got was so strong that I was stuck with the stories and characters. There came a certain dependence that I felt towards these fictional places and people that I’ve met.
The preferences that I give towards stories are rooted to the meanings they portray. Many people find me strange because of this. While many of my peers enjoy the pleasure of pop culture and the now, I prefer going old-fashioned. A cup of tea on one hand and a good book on the other. I like Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Ray Bradbury. They like John Green and Neil Gaiman. I enjoy The Big Bang Theory, Community, and Criminal Minds. They like many romantic and fantasy stories. I don’t have a problem with that, but many of them have a problem with my choices. It made me feel out of place 😦
Those were the days. Now, I appreciate being different. I grew up. I am thankful that I was given the chance to be different and not following the flow, because I saw a unique side of myself. I have nothing against my peers, I just hope that they also feel the same way. We are all unique in our own right. If all is the same, life would be very boring.