of labels... and choices...

of all labels i detest, that of a 'housewife' is without doubt the one i loathe most.

i have my own issues with being called a housewife. tho, technically, that's wot i've been for the past 10 months.
i can confess to being ANYTHING, but not a housewife. i revel in the fact that i'm sloppy, i have a life of my own even though i don't work, i hate housework and i cudn't cook. i actually take pride in the fact that i learnt to cook only coz i had nothing else to do. i know. i'm strange. but if u read this blog, u already know that!
"housewife" reminds me of a 'once-upon-a-time' good fren of mine. she gave up her job, started attending kitty parties *that's a very desi phenomenon!* and became a regular at beauty salons *for wot, i cud never tell!* to add to the list of her miseries *as i saw it*, she stopped being in touch with ANY of her old frenz. esp. male. her entire life revolved around her hubby and HIS life. did i mention, she even stopped wearing sleeveless Ts, capris and all other outfits which she wore till a DAY before her gala wedding? *reason being, "they're too indecent" WHAT THE F%*#?!*
her behavior put me off to an extent that i can say i have a phobia of being called a housewife. i can even stop associating with people who call me one. no matter how much i like them. it's that serious. i also used to view desperate housewives while i was still single. that COULD explain the phobia as well! but it doesn't give me a solution! and as usual, i'm digressing! or am i?

why, do u ask, am i so scared of being labeled NOW? after almost 10 months? because NOW, i'm in danger of being labeled one! initially i was "taking a break", then i was "looking for employment". now, i'm plain 'stay-at-home'. in other words - yeah, rite! a desperate housewife! GEEZ!

i have been seeking avenues to avoid this labeling, tho. i had two options. one - find a job. two - go back to school. the state of the US work visa ruled out option one for me. in desperation, i even considered jobs which wouldn't require a visa *like pole-dancing or bartending* but V vehemently refused to let me try those out. also, i realized that (a.) u need to be in shape and (b.) liking ur drink didn't qualify you to be a bartender. DAMN!

that leaves me with option two. my mental block about d GRE *and studying* was d reason why i had ruled out option two. but now that desperation seems to be setting in, the choice seems to be between 'back-to-school' or 'desperate housewife'. and MY choice is clear now. crystal.

so, bring on the GRE!