the civil code used to have provisions on emancipation. but these codal articles did not go beyond specifying the age and circumstances of emancipation. it confined the life of a minor to Mister Magorium's Wonder Emporium (Neverland's counterpart on earth), rather deceptively. The family code did nothing more than underline my contention.
I would like to think that i have gone far and beyond minority in terms of discernment, outlook and judgment. but persistent "strings" keep pulling my age back to a confusing impasse that can sometimes be frustrating. i needed some soul-searching...and where else can a 31-year-old lass like me find the safest place in the universe? nowhere but home (note the sarcasm in my tone).
i have been to very few parties throughout my career as a wandering "philanthropist". i used to love being around people. the idea of organizing a small group of sophisticated women used to excite me. back then, everyone seemed available especially during weekends. i would round them up through a single text message (using the 'send to many' cellphone feature) and get 100% response after only a few minutes. it was one easy job i never begged off from doing.
times have indeed changed. my girlfriends can no longer find time for spontaneous get-togethers. they would have to squeeze in a couple of hours just to talk on the phone and catch up on the latest. my (irksome) predicament pales in comparison to their very busy schedules. i have more than enough time for social events, but my parents won't let me go out even for coffee! i'm doomed to wallow in boredom and desolation.
as i type this entry, i stagger through webs and tangles of letters that i wish would come to life so i could have someone to laugh and converse with. my monitor is a reflection of an ageing spinster (knock on wood) locked up inside a magical "fortress" (where i can eat and sleep whenever i want, but without freedom of locomotion).
i'm looking for the kindest soul who has the guts to file a habeas corpus petition so i can stop sending "i miss you" messages to cris and to my friends.
but with my parents as jurors, it would really take a courageous bear before i can even bring myself to hear the gavel bang in my favor.
i'm just kidding, but you can always take me seriously :)
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