‘I should say this, unprotected sex for unprecedented times can foster a baby and then your parents have to accept our relationship’ says the wannabe husband who has no idea that feminists won’t accept an idea that men like him should play with uterus just to secure his end. Many a times, I have applied this metaphor in my life and it turns out that I am still baffled. I haven’t identified any means to reach to an end.
I have made promising schedules and planners for achieving my to-do-list but I have my own high school drama and relatables. For a lot of things in my life I didn’t use condom and things turned out to be pretty messy like stumbling on words in front of more than five hundred people. Every morning, I get up and worry about my future and fantasize at the same time despite knowing the consequences of me hiding behind laptop screens to avoid my end that is to at least score great and attain fame in college.
I admire my parents for being so adamant about the decisions that I am supposed to take in my life and with this I am constantly feeding my brain with articles on how to be successful from unauthorized sources. Currently, I am visualizing a dream that doesn’t co-relate with my parents desire, which I don’t give a second thought about but what’s more tempting is selecting a career which does not seem like a job and which I am driven to even when I am on my death bed. And, like you contemplated, I have to have hook-ups with fears and risks and have sex with my career option and there are various choices but am stuck with several.
Earlier, in my course of existing I have used several platforms to discover where I feel comfortable and excited. Nonetheless, I was excited in everything but not comfortable with some. At the end, have to have unprecedented sex on unprecedented times to foster a baby that has to feed in my parent’s mouth.