Actually, let's rephrase. My VersionS of Perfect LiVES. See the differences there? I bet you do. What triggered me about these perfect lives was when I was rolling on my bed reading a romantic novel and wishing that I was actually the heroine of the tale. *sigh*
No, being a heroine of a novel is NOT my version of a perfect life. But rolling on my bed, reading those books from dawn till dawn is. Bound me to those delicious Regency gentlemen and I would gladly stay in my bed one whole day. Provide me those brooding Highlanders and I would comply to behave myself (And so on; demons, vampires, viking, etc. I just lost the appropriate words to use lest it becomes redundant). Why? Because it's every woman's dream to be cherished and these hunks, they do cherish their woman. What's better than to dream? To heave a lusty sigh, and keep on dreaming. A perfect life.
Then after a while, I was like, I can't keep on reading books, these men are not real. I need new pairs of shoes (not that I have a few of them). I want money, without me working for it. Lots of money, that I lost count and dragged to the end of my wits on how to spend them. I get to go shopping everyday, buying shoes, shoes, shoes, and shoes. Treating family and friends to their every whim. Get myself lipsticks in every colour, every expensive brands there are. Complete my set of make-up brushes. Having a lot of money, without having to work hard, or at all, became my version of perfect life.
Perfect lives, unfortunately, don't exist for me. As much as I love to roll in my bed reading, I need to live my life as an only daughter in my family. There are dishes waiting to be done, the laundry wishing to be hung, the floor wanted scrubbing, everything needs dusting. And no, I don't do everything at home. The first two, yes. The rest? God knows. In perfect lives, money comes rolling without you lifting any chubby finger of yours. Reality is so much harder. You need to work for money.
And I came to this. I don't have a perfect life. But I am content with the way I am living. My parents listen to my every whim , and buy me everything I need, sometimes what I wanted. Mind you, but NEED and WANT, they're different. I have three annoying brothers. I spend most of my times reading, though not from dawn till dawn. I have a steady internet connection. And I'm waiting for the government to give me a job. I'll have my own money to spend then. And oh, I am typing, sitting on a massage chair at home. Not perfect, but I am happy.
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