What's the Story Though? (An Opinionated Soul In Constant Search of a Story)

Ah finally, the dreaded day has arrived bringing along with it a flood of results and rush of gratification. You've done it! You're finally out of school and out into the world, now no one can stop you, the whole world's your oyster, you are an adult......except now the question arises...What next? Here's a few questions to ask yourselves during the long sabbatical where you're basically floating between the worlds of school and college and have no clue what lies ahead. 1) How were your results according to you? The first few days after you get your results will be filled with relatives, friends and random acquaintances crawling out of the woodwork, asking you how you did. Now if you did great, then great! You will be showered with gifts and congratulations, not to mention the perks of the envious glances of your younger cousins who will now be constantly told to follow your example. But if you didnt do great either by your own standard or by the arbitr

" Once upon a time, there was a wee young lass no more than 3 or 4,   she was blessed with a happy home, pretty dolls and more,   but what she yearned for more than anything,   was for a prince who could make her heart sing   She daydreamed of a man mounting a white horse, dressed in noble attire,   who would jump through metaphorical hoops of fire,   he would kneel down on one knee, gaze into her eyes and say:    Marry me?' Alright okay, stop the eye-rolling, clearly I'm not a poet. But it only seems befitting to write this considering the poetic nature of romance, the topic of today's post. If you've known me for a long time or even a relatively short time, you would know that I am a romantic. I always have been. That poem was not a work of fiction, it is based on my real life, okay my fantasy life, damn. As long as I have lived, I have believed that one day, a man in a tuxedo, riding a white horse, amidst green pastures, und

You see her sitting in all her mysterious glory and wonder what secrets lie in that head of hers, why is she so quiet? Has she got beaten down? Worn out by the world's cruel ways? Does she fear that her voice won't matter? Okay slow down there dear Romeo, let's place your Juliet in another scene, surrounded by her best friends. You now see her in a peal of laughter, her chirpy voice dominating the conversation. She is vivid, bubbly and exciting, almost like an open book. What happened to the mysterious introvert you had seen? How in the world did she get transformed into this chatty Kathy who doesn't let anyone get a word in edgewise? Alright settle down, I'm here to break down the fallacy of the introvert-extrovert criteria that has been used to categorize the world's population since the advent of personality psychology. There is no such thing as a true introvert or a true extrovert. That introverted dude who caught your eye because he&#