the 100th blog post.. tandananan

Shit. Today, I realized that people around me are really seriously thinking about motherhood. Not that I don't want to be one in the distant future, but I really see it in their eyes that it would be a disaster if they didn't become one. I mean, I also think about what it would be like to have kids, and how I should deal with them. But it's a far memory I'd rather choose to think about when the time is right. Maybe this is a sign of an aberration... Or maybe I'm still just in my selfish, exploratory, adventurous stage that I'd rather cultivate me first so I can share a lot of things to my future offspring. Agh. Or mayber, I'm just not good with kids. Hmm. I'd like to think that I'm patient with them, but maybe I'm still just a kid myself. Haha :)