Dear Dad,
Sister just told me that you worry about another thing in my life beside bugging me with thesis annoying questions: “why my daughter is boyfriend-less?”. To be honest, Dad, n I don’t wanna sound pathetic, I do have many friends who are boys, so I just want u to know that they are not aliens to me. But, yes, I’m freakin single. Here’s the thing:
1. it’s me, Ken Swari Maharani, the first daughter of yours that you’re thinkin about, not the other one, the younger one, a.k.a, my sister. It’s proven absolutely that I’m not genetically programmed to be like her. She’s blessed with her physical features which appear to be way more attractive than mine. Totally good for her, and totally okay for me. (remember, Dad, Ive been livin my life with that fact). And Dad, in this 2011 world, we are not supposed to believe in do-not-judge-the-book-by-its-cover theory, so yeah I’ll stay single longer as I can predict.
2. I’m pessimistic and skeptical about almost everything. And I’m overwhelmed with weird thoughts, like I believe that human are not smarter than animals (human can only be great survivalists but animals are the real survivors), or I believe that Santa Claus does exist (it shouldn’t be the man with big belly or long white beard and that well-known laugh, it could be Bill Gates or Michael Jackson in disguise, who knows), or I do not believe in happily-ever-after term (in what universe are two strangers with no blood lines can be together forever only based on the concept of an irrational feeling called love. This is love: ur love, Dad, and mum’s and sis’ are real, and u guys are my universe and I love y’all forever. Okay now im being irrational myself). Okay, confession #1: your daughter is a nerd with stupid illogical things goin on her head. I can’t even stand myself with those kinda thoughts in my brain, even you can’t stand me, why would someone be?
3. Point #2 takes you to this part, Dad. I do not need a boyfriend. I simply do not know the function of having one and I don’t get the idea of a relationship. Some says: you need someone who understands me, that should be me in the first place not others, and if others do, they’ll control me, that’s life works, Dad. You know that better than I do. Or, you need someone to love you, I have you, mum, and sis to love me.Too much of anythin aint good rite? Even love itself. Or, you need someone to care about you, again, I have my universe, which consists of you, Dad, mum, and sis, Ive got friends too, and the most important Ive got me to hang on, and so far Ive done okay. So, put it simple, y would I need a boyfriend?
4. I can’t even take care of myself, Dad. You know my messed up bedroom drives u insane. And (confession #2) Ive never brushed my hair, I don’t even own any single combs. So, again, tell me, in what universe I can take care of others? Caring sounds good, but the headache is dreadful.
In conclusion, let alone these unimportant things. I’m fine and I’m happy to say that I like the word singular.
If by any chance you find this letter, yes this one is for you, Dad. Not to mention, I believe that the possibility is 0,000001 %.
P.S: yes, I left home today without thinking but because of emotional reaction. And I miss u already, Dad. And I’m feelin damn guilty, leavin u alone at home, while ure sick. And the house chores haven’t been done yet.
Love,
Swari
