Average Georgia: 5 things I am not
1. I am not my sister.
I love her, but I’ve had it up to here with people asking me if I’m related to Kat. Because how many times does she get asked if she’s related to me, huh? Not a lot, I think. It’s not her fault that she’s the semi famous then-girlfriend now-wife of a famous Pinoy actor. Or that she is pretty in that artistic black-wearing kind of way. I’m different. Colors, I like them.
2. I am not the same kind of writer.
Ate Kat writes two kinds of things only — super corny soap opera cheese (for her job), or super depressing existentialist sort-of poetry (for herself). Believe me, it took a lot of guts for me to decide to be a “writer too” but I’m not the same kind of writer. I want to meet people, go places, tell real stories. She’s not going to be able to help me do this, even if she’s established and connected by now. I want to find my own way.
3. I’m not on the rebound.
My best friend Jaye broke up with his boyfriend recently too, and has made me get into a weird “no rebounds” pact with him. We have to remind each other not to go too far with anyone for a year. I think a year is too much. It’s been four months and I’m so sure I’m over the Monster already. I don’t answer Jaye’s calls past eleven anymore, it’s crazy.
4. I’m not into birthdays.
Or maybe I’m just not into mine. I think this year my goal will be to save enough money so I can spend my birthday alone, away from anyone who wants to throw me a party.
5. I’m not that special.
Bless the people who have good hearts and think that everyone in special in their own way. We know the truth — there’s always someone smarter, prettier, nicer. I guess that’s what I learned from the experience with the Monster and seeing him with a girl who looked exactly like me but taller. I know who I am.
I am Average Georgia.