(UPDATE: Upon further examination...and a little discussion with a dear friend of mine, we've determined I'm just having a bitchy/moody "woes is me" day...and that if I still feel this way tomorrow, to take me seriously.)

A little vent time.

Something amazing has become clear to me. I am my own worst enemy.

Not in a conventional way where I am killing myself slowly or whatever and need rehab...but in a way that I am self-defeating (unintentionally of course).

In all of my efforts to gain a modicum of respect with people, I have failed miserably, apparently.

It doesn't matter how many times I'm right. It doesn't matter how many people have seen that I've been right. To most people, I'm still a 23 year old fucktard. To their defense, most people my age ARE 23 year old fucktards. In fact, I could list off almost everyone I went to high school with, who has accomplished nothing, being a 23 year old fucktard whose existence looks forwarding to drinking beer with their family on the weekends (...every weekend).

It's as if people forget that I dedicated 2 years of my life to learning my craft (and P.S. I'm STILL learning, just a different skill set now). It's like it doesn't matter that not only did I do that, but I was also going to college (and doing extremely well) at the same time and finishing 4 years worth of credits in a mere 2.

But again, I realize that it's actually ME causing this. Ya see, I'm inherently playful by nature. I love to joke around and have fun and in the same breath have a life-altering discussion about the meaning of life and the fallacy therein. Maybe others can't do that, who knows. But it's the playful part that is clearly the issue.

At this point in my life, I need to make a choice. Playful...or serious so I can be treated like another human being.

I'm kind of tired of being disregarded, chortled at, pushed aside due to my age (+ playfulness). And I think I'm going to start living up to the other stereotype of that Asian girl. Quiet. Thoughtful. Serious.

And maybe after I turn 30, or have several successful ventures under my belt, I can drop the act and go back to my playful self.

So Deuces.

EDIT: I'm not fishing for sympathy here you guys, I was simply venting. This is reality. That's all. Seriously. It's NOT a big deal. So stop saying you're sorry to hear this and what have you.