Teenage love…or the Teen Age of Love. Youth. The supposed great time of your life, along with high school right? Ooh, but there are a few things that complicate it. You become infatuated. The person is fantastic; they are amazing in every way. This somehow develops into a long-time relationship right? Wrong. It develops to the point you love listening to them talk, watching them move their hands as they speak, just become marvellously fascinated with every action, word, and breath they do and take. We teenagers always try to impress each other to a point where we’ll do whatever it takes. But honestly, you can scream and bang your head repeatedly against the wall upon realizing how incredibly stupid you’ve been to let yourself fall in love, and that’s only the first part! Then comes the denial. Not in love. In love. Not in love. In love…MAYBE. Of course this induces more head-to-wall contact and confusion.
Finally, you decide. “Okay. I am in love. Sue me.” But unfortunately, there is nothing you can do. You can try to force it and lose a friendship, or just let it go on and hope to god the person does something to tick you off and make you fall out of love. Of course this also risks the friendship. Then of course, there’s the side that has the love-sick puppy on their tails. When someone says they love you, it’s like they are pointing a gun to you’re head. Say you don’t, and you’re brains get blown out by a really loud “What?!” screamed at your face. Say you do, and your brains get blown out by a horrid relationship because you were lying. Either way, you just lose. Then there’s EX’S. Dear god. Why!? Stop sending me gifts from Facebook, stop sending me emails, stop calling me, stop sending me texts at 1 AM filled with “I LOOOOOVE YOOOOU” when I have to pay 15 cents for every sappy little love note you send me! Teenage love is silly. It all starts in high school: “the best years of your life.” You’re in a new school with new people. Suddenly the special someone catches your eye for the first time in your hormone-filled life, and you try to make an impression.
The female species of the teenage human race are seriously impossible. We like to impress the male species with our looks. We all force our nearly bankrupt parents to buy us all the latest make-up and the “hippest” fashion style. It’s like fishing. You need to buy the bait, throw the line in the pool of men, catch the interest of the biggest fish, and reel him in. It’s preposterous for us girls to empty our parents’ wallets for things we don’t even need. Are we that desperate? We try to attract boys with our looks instead of actually letting him to get to know us. We need to start letting them know who we really are, to let them see our inner-self. We all need to realize that even if we get the man of our dreams, he’s only going to like you for your looks. We need to realize that once he’s had his fun, we will all be thrown to an empty alley-way (not literally though, hopefully not literally.) Of course maybe not all guys are like this, but from my point of view, I think they are (no offense.)
Now, we all know that especially in a teenage relationship, most guys are after one thing. I’m sure they realize that their personal pleasure can hurt their girlfriend(s). There are so many stories of young girls getting raped and hurt because they didn’t want to do what their boyfriend told them to do. Girls our age are hurting while the guys joke about it later on with their buddies. But on the other hand, some guys are actually serious about the relationship with the girl they love. They adore them, care for them, and love them, and they continue to do it for the rest of their relationship. Boys will do anything to keep the certain person they like in their life. They buy us clothes, jewellery, and all sorts of things. But I think they shouldn’t keep buying things for them all the time. They use up their money too soon, too fast. If a girl dumps you because you won’t buy her anymore material things, then it’s her loss. You can’t buy love. (Girls are real money spenders aren’t we?!)
Even through all of the good and happy times they’ve had together, most girls in high school or as a teen will get dumped. This is a start of a 2 month cookies and cream ice cream binge, 25 gallons of tears, 2953 boxes of tissue used, and $526 worth of talking and texting on their cell phones to their friends. And yet again, it always has to deal with money. Money for the tissues, ice cream, and phone bills. Girls, please. GET OVER IT. Even if he cheated on you, just said “it’s over,” it doesn’t matter. Guys suck. We girls have to stick together and keep each other from falling into the pit of doom. Together we’ll make it.
Most of us I think are a little desperate. We obsess over our future husbands at such a young age. Girls have little tiny pink diaries with little hearts, teddy bears, anime Asian girls, dogs, cats, and all the animals in the world with huge puppy-dog eyes. Every night when their parents are asleep, they get up, tip-toe carefully over the hardwood floor, lock their bedroom doors, hide under their Hannah Montana blanket, grab a pen/pencil, and take out their diary from the secret hiding place under their mattress. In this diary, they “express” their love by writing the last name of their lover with their first. “Mrs. Jessica Charming”… has a wonderful ring to it doesn’t it? NO. It does not. They carefully, with a ruler, on every single page write this out adding little hearts instead of dots on each “I.” I’m not so sure on how guys do this. Is it the same?
We all know that most relationships don’t last at all. So we really shouldn’t be all gushy and lovey-dovey in the beginning of every relationship. We need to keep everything slow and should stay at a steady pace. If you get dumped, good riddance. If they don’t love you for who you are then they’re missing it all.
Making decisions is hard to do. Especially when you have a limited amount of time. Sometimes I wish I had someone to make my decisions for me, that way I won’t have to worry about a thing. But the downer is: I want to control my life. There are times in our lives when things just flow, and the other times… we crash and burn. We need to realize that we can control what we decide, we can do what we want. If we want something done, we need to do it ourselves. We need to strive and persevere and reach our highest limit. We need to set our stakes a little higher. We need to live.
So… I woke up this morning wondering what I should do. Laundry? Nah. Then I thought: “oh hey! I don’t have a job and I need money. What in the world should I do? I KNOW! I’ll go find a job!” So I went to metro and looked around.
So I applied for: American Apparel, HMV, Chapters, Toys R Us, and Old Navy.
I hope I get in to any one of those. I’m nervous :(
Oh lordy. Play week has taken one whole week of my school work. Now… we get off early tomorrow. Shiiit. I’ve missed a whole ass load of school. So this week I’ve been at school for (after tomorrow) 3 days, then a whole load of mini eggs and kinder suprise till the rest of the week. Mmmm. Mini eggs and Kinder Suprise. What a joy. Well I’m excited. But… I don’t think it’ll do any favors for my teeth. HAHA.
My room is a mess. Anyone else’s room look like a tornado thrashed through it? Well I can tell you positively that it did mine. I don’t think I shan’t be inviting anyone over anytime soon. HAHA. Not unless you want to be found in a weeks notice. You’ll get lost amongst my dirty clothes, scattered papers and text books.