The idea of a boy

I was in love with the idea of a boy... a boy who turned out to be much less glamorous in reality than he was in my fantasy. In my fantasy he was loving and caring. He was a boy who would wipe away my tears and make me feel special every time he smiled at me. He wasn't necessarily what people would consider universally handsome but to me his imperfections were beautiful.

When he smiled at me; my heart would melt and I would find myself completely lost in his serenity. Every moment with him would be fulfilling and every touch would be addictive.
But in reality this boy didn't exist anymore. The boy was just a fantasy and the fantasy died when I realized I wasn't part of his priorities.

He would push me away when he felt like it, and pull me back inn when he needed someone to talk too. I tended to blame this behavior on our circumstances... Then I realized that regardless of our circumstances; his actions spoke louder than his words. And with that I decided to close my book on the possibility of him, because I know I deserve more.

Lessons

I think I was about 13 years old when I first experienced hurt by the opposite sex. Granted I was young; I proceeded to hit the guy twice on the head with my math book during recess. I had no shame back then as I saw it as a: his ‘action’ created my ‘reaction’ kinda ordeal.

Not a lot has changed since then.. I still get hurt and I still react. But.. I’ve come to realize that sometimes these encounters weren't meant to be a heart-stopping emotional tie between the two of us. Most of the time its just two people passing through life either enriching or aggravating each others lives briefly.

Girls Gossip

Don’t tell a women she gossips. She would never agree with you. Don’t even try to tell her about the time she gossiped. She would most probably deny it or casually shrug it off as an one off thing.

Friendships do blossom over gossip sessions. I once knew of a retard who became my friend because she realized I didn’t exactly like her sworn enemy who she called “the gossiper”. She hung out with me for a while but stopped after she realized I wasn’t interested in making a group of mean girls against the gossiper. After a year, she had already recruited a substantial number of girls who didn’t like her sworn enemy either; so it didn’t matter if I joined or not.

You see, if I had joined, I would have charged them entrance fee and fought my way to be the leader of their group. I know I’m ambitious. But anyways, groups like that you find everywhere and at every age. People with a common enemy stick together, which in some cases I find hilarious. (Unless its a humanitarian case or warfare) Anyway girls gossip and we love it. We thrive on it and I know for a fact that boys do as well.

To wrap it up I think its important to treat others like how you would want to be treated. So If you don’t like people to gossip about you, don’t do it. But don’t be naive and think that there won’t be people gossiping about you... because there will always be even if you don’t. If you are going to talk about people and fabricate stories then make sure that you’re ready to face the consequences.

Because you see, a smart gossiper would gossip or rather share her opinions with the ones she knows she can trust. But don’t babble to everyone you meet because they will gladly pass on whatever information you feed them. But just for fun I say keep the gossip going. We all need entertainment. But make sure you cover your ass well.