Just the thing I need when I feel the way I'm feeling. How eloquent of me - I know. But it's so true. You know when you experience such a rush of emotion you can't explain it? That's how I feel. Apparantly Coldplay did a version of this song, but who cares. Joseph Arthur wrote this genius song, and he sure as damn hell sings it to life.
The terminology 'young adult' insinuates that I am a teenager, in her 16th year, preferably in her 18th, that I wear 'serious' attire - that is, black thick-rimmed glasses that fit neatly on my ever protruding nose, around which a halo of copper/black/brown hair settles itself. I should also be wearing either a black polo neck with (sensible, snug against the belly button) jeans, or a knee-length corduroy skirt. I should look like a young boy, and my boyfriend should look like a girl. My nationality should be strictly either British or American, and I should be either insipidly patriotic or anti-everything.
The truth is, I am none of the above. Before I delve into the essence of exactly who I am, here's a gentle reminder of the title : Musings from a young adult journalist. You see, the word that interests me the most in the title of this post is not 'young', 'adult', or even 'musings' (although the word does remind me of a favoured band of mine, Muse). 'Journalist' is the word that I am passionate about, and 'journalist' is what I want the world to see me as.
As for who I am? I am neither 16 nor 18 (that leaves one option in between), and I am extremely serious indeed about serious attire. So serious, in fact, that I tend to steer away from those sorts of clothing altogether. I am obsessed with anything asymmetric or rough-cut. I spend my life on three-inch heels (when I'm not running around school on my half inch ones). I do not wear glasses, although I fear that I will have to in later life, simply because the rest of my family have those curious little circles framing their eyes. I am a BBC - which is a British Born Chinese. I neither look like a young boy (I hope) nor have a boyfriend, and if I did have one, he would definitely not look like a girl. I am anti-poverty, anti-racism, anti-rape, anti-war - but I have very little to say in the area of patriotism, surprisingly. I live in England. I live in England. What else is there to it? I don't feel the need to wear the Union Jack on my chest or sing the national anthem every week.
I hope you enjoyed this little tete-a-tete. I am Yssy. I am a journalist. Who are you?
