You look at what you would consider a good girl and think she can get any guy to like her…but what you don’t know is that the girl grew up victim to every form of bullying you can think of… That every guy she once fancied didn’t return the feelings… You would think, “Something is wrong with those guys,” but keep in mind that it wasn’t just one or two—it was every single guy she has ever fancied. Maybe she is indeed the problem…so she had to isolate herself from such affiliations and detach herself from anything concerning such matters. And when a guy would like her, she wouldn’t believe it because she’s so used to being rejected and disliked… But because she believes she’s the problem, she would rather step back into the sidelines and cheer for the guy to find someone better…because she believes she will only cause him trouble… It seems sad; I know. But as the girl was growing, she had no other choice but to shun the romantic world and anything involved in it. Now she contemplates her innermost thoughts and hopes that as long as she lives, she never sees anyone having to live through what she had to…
Have you ever had nothing but insults thrown at you for many years? Did you live most of your life being rejected by the people around you? Have you been talked about over and over and stabbed in the back more times that you can count on your fingers? I didn’t think so… If you did, though, you had to adapt to such a lifestyle… You got used to having stuff thrown at you to the point where as you got older, you would start to believe it…and any kind action would be misinterpreted because you’re so used to the meanness you’ve been exposed to… Such people are always overlooked. Because of the lack of care and support, you shun the environment and isolate yourself from society… You practically live your life trying to look good and be good…but even then, those people didn’t accept you…so after a while, you just gave up. Stopped caring. Because you know that no matter how hard you would try, it just wasn’t enough for them… The little love and support you receive isn’t enough to nullify all the hate and derogation… Do you know what it’s like to live a life in which you’re isolated from everything? To believe that you’re not good enough? To think you’re worthless, nothing, and that the world would be a better place without you? To feel undeserving of compliments because you seldom if ever received them throughout your life? It doesn’t sound like a good feeling, does it? To think, “What is it about me that they hate so much?” So if you didn’t already feel terrible about yourself, you were given a reason to… You’re not used to having friends, you’re not used to having people there for you, and most unfortunately, you’re not used to having people love you. And no matter how hard they try to compensate for the abuse that went on earlier in your life, they just can’t… Some of them leave you…whereas others stay. Please be sure to give your gratitude to those who have stayed, for they are your true friends and the only people you should welcome in your world of what was once solitude…
I freaking hate it when I just state ONE idea and then drama happens. Mostly with women. Words cannot express how much I absolutely hate women. At least momentarily. They don’t realize that the further down they try to shove crap down my throat, the more I will want to rebel. “It’s what society says you should do; therefore you must do it.” SO WHAT if society says so? That doesn’t mean I will do it! Let’s take a look at today’s society. People are having sex when they’re 12. People are getting pregnant at 16, if not earlier. Grinding and twerking are probably the only dance moves people know today. Faces are splattered with makeup, and skins are hairless. Well guess what? I’m 18 years old and I’m still a virgin. I am absolutely proud of that. When I dance, I don’t grind, and I don’t twerk. I think it’s absolutely ridiculous. Sure I’ll twerk for fun just to mess with my friends, but NEVER will I do that in a public dance floor. I don’t wear makeup; I’m all natural. The only times I wear makeup and/or shave are when I’m forced to. But I don’t want to be forced to; I want to live the natural life on my own free will. And they think I’m not aware of getting crap behind my back. Trust me when I say that I know, but I couldn’t care less. If I had cared about people’s opinions of me, I would have changed a long time ago. I just think people should live in a society in which they’re given the option to live on their own free will. To do what makes them happy. Not get butthurt just because someone disagrees with their views.
And an ignorant woman would come out and say “My views aren’t concurring with yours, and my views are the ‘right’ views and how people should think.” Well frankly, we all have different opinions, and everybody thinks their views are the “right” views and how people should think. Here comes the drama, the yelling, and whatever more I have better things to do than to watch. Go ahead and call me “weird.” While you may see it as an insult, I see it as a compliment. The word “normal” to me is insulting. People these days spend so much time trying to be “normal” when in reality, we’re all born unique in our own way. We’re all born originals. “Normal” people die copies. Why fit in when you can stand out? That’s my question. What you see as “weird” is what I see as “standing out.” So all in all, I’m a proud weirdo, and I want to live my life as one. Please let me do so willingly.
“That explains why you’re still single.” No, the reason why I’m still single is because I don’t want a relationship right now. I’m not ready for a relationship right now. Why have a boyfriend when you have your best friends? Bros before ho*s. It has always been that way for me, and it will always be. If I had wanted a relationship right now, I wouldn’t be single, believe it or not. While you see it as a disadvantage, I see it as the biggest advantage yet. And I love being someone who just doesn’t care.
The words “boyfriend” and “girlfriend” to me are just titles. But what do people do to make these titles worth something? The common answer is “they work.” But do they need the titles to work? Do they work because of the titles? Or do they work because they truly want to? I personally think that people should work because they want to and not because they feel they need to. And also, no one should make their “significant other” work; if they don’t work, it’s either because they can’t or because they don’t want to. This is where the title comes into place. And if the whole titled relationship works out, do they really need papers to prove the permanent title of “marriage” to themselves? Marriages cost money. Divorces cost money. If two people love each other, they don’t really need to marry each other to prove it.
Now keep in mind I’m not a romantic girl. Love does indeed take time to develop. You cannot rush it; it’s something that comes naturally. But do you really need a public definition for an instinctive matter? Do you need words to define a stage in such a relationship? In my opinion, people don’t need a title to define their position in such a state. You don’t need a “significant other” to be happy; true happiness comes from within.
The following eight guys are part of my source of happiness:
-Ben Phung
-Travis Guillory
-William Hoss
-Yohan Maru
-Eddy Santiago
-Juan Manzanares
-Dash Ware
-Elisha Bonnette
They are my best friends, and I don’t know what I’ll be able to do without them. <3
Please find someone else. Please find someone better. I don’t want to put you through so much trouble, heartbreak, and insensitivity. The last thing a guy would want is a half-baked girl—someone who just isn’t ready. I’m not a romantic, and I’ll probably never be one; it’s just not in my nature. You deserve someone who can make you happy. I cannot accept the position of such a partner yet; the only position I’m good in with ANYONE is that of a friend.
I absolutely hate hurting people. I hate knowing that I’ve offended people so important to me. I guess sometimes I just don’t know when my jokes get annoying. For those of you who tell me when to stop, I appreciate it; it’s just what I need. For those who don’t, please start letting me know before I exceed the limit. And I’m one who complains about people’s jokes getting old and annoying; it’s about time I stop being hypocritical.
