Teenage life tends to revolve around school and relationships. There are the kids who can balance their grades and social life; there are the kids who only care about their relationships; there are the kids who only care about their grades. Quite frankly, I’m in the last category. Don’t get me wrong, I care for my friends! But if I have to defend my love life, then I wouldn’t. That’s because I don’t have one, never had one, and (honestly) isn't planning for one. Oh, the horror! I decided to mention this fact in school and believed everyone understood.
But something occurred to that changed my whole worldview. One day, I was calling a guy about a school project and was suddenly led to a conversation about our personal lives. At the time, I …show more content…
The kitchen sink sat perfectly underneath a window, which provides so much natural light that the kitchen lights were rendered useless. The sink was filled to the brim with bowls, plates, chopsticks, and other kitchen utensils. Although the sink had dirty dishes, there was a strong lemon aroma coming from it because of the dish soap. The water pouring out of the faucet was so hot that it steamed; I especially remember a bit of hot water splashing on my face, stinging it in the process. Other than the clickity and clackity sounds of the dishes and gushing sounds of the steaming faucet, everything was …show more content…
Although it is distasteful, I thought that to improve my behavior towards others regarding the topic I would have to talk about it. Sometimes while doing chores, I would talk about how sex was normal for people who date, but my parents said: “Sex only comes after marriage.” Whenever I bring up a topic that relates to “sex,” they would continue using the same traditional phrase: “Sex only comes after marriage.” One time, my family was huddled together in the living room folding the laundry. We were all sitting on the wooden floor, surrounding a mountain of laundry. The room had the scent of lavenders because of the clothes. And the only sound I heard was the Viet Drama being played on the television. While folding the clothes I said: “I saw a movie about a girl getting pregnant in high-school and continued to go to a college even with a baby.” I was astounded at her perseverance. But my parents sighed and my father said: “Jennifer, that’s ruinous to have a baby in high-school. Yes, it’s possible to get a degree but expensive.” Thus, a drawn-out lecture of how expensive school is. Because of that dialogue, I became wary of how bad a relationship can go and may even ruin my future. Maybe at that point, I thought: “Maybe a romance does not need sex.” But after seeing social media stories talking about their relationships failed because the other cheated for not enough sex; this
But something occurred to that changed my whole worldview. One day, I was calling a guy about a school project and was suddenly led to a conversation about our personal lives. At the time, I …show more content…
The kitchen sink sat perfectly underneath a window, which provides so much natural light that the kitchen lights were rendered useless. The sink was filled to the brim with bowls, plates, chopsticks, and other kitchen utensils. Although the sink had dirty dishes, there was a strong lemon aroma coming from it because of the dish soap. The water pouring out of the faucet was so hot that it steamed; I especially remember a bit of hot water splashing on my face, stinging it in the process. Other than the clickity and clackity sounds of the dishes and gushing sounds of the steaming faucet, everything was …show more content…
Although it is distasteful, I thought that to improve my behavior towards others regarding the topic I would have to talk about it. Sometimes while doing chores, I would talk about how sex was normal for people who date, but my parents said: “Sex only comes after marriage.” Whenever I bring up a topic that relates to “sex,” they would continue using the same traditional phrase: “Sex only comes after marriage.” One time, my family was huddled together in the living room folding the laundry. We were all sitting on the wooden floor, surrounding a mountain of laundry. The room had the scent of lavenders because of the clothes. And the only sound I heard was the Viet Drama being played on the television. While folding the clothes I said: “I saw a movie about a girl getting pregnant in high-school and continued to go to a college even with a baby.” I was astounded at her perseverance. But my parents sighed and my father said: “Jennifer, that’s ruinous to have a baby in high-school. Yes, it’s possible to get a degree but expensive.” Thus, a drawn-out lecture of how expensive school is. Because of that dialogue, I became wary of how bad a relationship can go and may even ruin my future. Maybe at that point, I thought: “Maybe a romance does not need sex.” But after seeing social media stories talking about their relationships failed because the other cheated for not enough sex; this