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Opinions that have changed since I was a teenager. A list Sunayana made.
I thought I’d write on what she wrote, but then realised that most of them didn’t really make that much of a difference to me. These do.

Abortions: One should be able to decide whether one wants to have a baby or be rid of it. I now believe this even more firmly than I did then. In school, the reason was simple, it’s my body, right? Who is anyone else to tell me whether I want or don’t want to keep a baby I make? Now, it seems much simpler. If you decide to bring another life into this world, one must be absolutely sure that one can guarantee it a reasonable degree of physical comfort and emotional security. If I have doubts about either of those, I would rather not have a child. A child can’t be a solution to my problems, it’s not really fair to think that it follows after having a baby that I will become more responsible and caring, ergo child will be fine, while solving my relationship/ loneliness problems by being there.

My parents: Ah, I do feel vastly differently now than then. Then, I was constantly angry, or hurt, or needing. Since baba died, though, it’s changed. Can I tell you how strong I feel when I accomplish each little thing that I once felt helpless about? I can’t say how it might have been if baba were still there. I would probably have been less tied to home, but I can’t even imagine what my mind would be like.
I crib furiously at all the responsibility, at how tied down I feel now. I did a terrible thing yesterday, exactly what I had hoped not to do, and exactly the opposite of the kind of responsibility I am talking about. But I sort of accept that I will not be footloose, that I have a family of sorts that comprises mother, I and dog. And did I say that I can talk with such assurance because I know that the guy I am seeing is my rock?
I love The Namesake very much, and someone wrote about the book that it was the story of Ashoke and Ashima, of a husband who showed his wife how to be free. But she wanted to be free, yea? The guy I am seeing, he is not a remarkable boyfriend, really. I think he would give the same kindness and understanding to all that were close to him. It is a tremendous openness that lets you go where you want, even away from him.
So, er, what I am saying is, I am still very angry at my one remaining parent, but will probably not make any plans without figuring her into it. And that I feel strong enough to live out the years without baba.

Clothes: I remember wanting them when I was little like a child wants toys, but even then, the wanting was in passing. One of the many reasons college was liberating was that no one gave a rat’s ass (with all due love to rats) what you wore. I was so used to complete indifference to what I wore that it took me quite a while into my job to figure that clothes did matter. They are functional things: they let you be seen, heard. I try (not very hard, still) to be dressed in clean, ironed, more or less well-fitted, not bizarre clothes. I like to buy them too. I found that out about two years ago.

Money: I feel as strongly about this when I was little as I do now. It matters a great deal. One must spend it prudently.