Releases

When you're being penned into this character, you can't help but want to rebel. It's not even that you're against being this person, that you're being molded completely against your will. For me, it was more about not having a say, that it was just decided. I was brought up to be good, to be sensible, to be sweet. I was never asked if I wanted to be anything else, anything more or less.
People find release through all sorts of means. Mine was through reading; it was the closest thing I had to escape. And it was very Me of me - after all, since when was reading authors like Austen or Bronte a bad thing? It was still very within the bounds of good and expected. But it was still my way of running away.
I've never regretted my upbringing; I'm comfortable with the person it's produced in me. But occasionally, I can't help wondering what it would be like to be someone else. Reading is really the best chance I'll ever get.
Anyway. Just rambling, here. I'm reading a book in which one of the characters silently rebelled against the picture-perfect upbringing she's had.
Nothing is as perfect as it seems.