The Pessimist

I drive like an asshole. I inherited this from my mother - who, incidently, channels all of her feminism onto Delhi roads and saves all her sexism for Kate Winslet's character in "Titanic". You see, I have been reviewing my own downfall. I think somewhere around the time I turned 20, my own optimism exploded in my face. By that time I had already realised I was never going to be a detective/nun/duchess/Carrie-from- "Sex and the City". My existance was pointless. And all of a sudden, I was aware of things like Feminism. Because you can't ignore Feminism. It's right there. It slaps you in your repressed face.

And now I realise, the last time I was truly optimistic was back when I had no idea about all the possibilities...