I am a young female and I am fully aware of that. I haven’t lived long enough to even attempt the sentence ‘I know everything’ because I really don’t and I never will. But since travelling, I have come to think that I’m not as mentally young, naïve or gullible as others of my age range. And it is this which tends to bother me the most when it comes to the question, ‘So how old are you?’. I tend to dislike revealing my real age, as I feel that they will be unable to see and communicate with me as if I were a normal person of their age who might actually be able to converse like an adult.

In the recent days I have questioned to myself, ‘Am I being a naïve little girl in this particular situation?’. And then it hit me that quite frankly at this very moment in time I really couldn’t care less if I was. I feel that it’s better that I fall for lies and deception rather than be a person who is untrusting and therefore unwilling to just be happy and have the time of my life. Because in the last 10 days, I have had the most fun that I have had for as long as I can remember. And to me, being blissfully happy right here and now is worth any potential stupidity lurking in the background.

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