Hello my beautiful readers. Just another post from yours truly. I mean, I guess I've milked the whole "you don't need a boyfriend" bit dry, but whatever. I say what's on my mind. So read it. Learn from it. And do it.
Being a sophomore in college has allowed me time to get my feel of this whole “life” thing. I’ve learned a couple of things that I find actually pretty valuable (other than wearing your schools’ lanyard is not considered an acceptable fashion statement). I have plenty of experiences that made me cry, made me laugh, and ultimately made me a better person. However, there’s one thing that has stood out to me as the best advice of all:
Don’t go out planning on finding the love of your life. It’s not going to happen.
Okay, I get it. I’ve had a lot of posts about love and boys and stupid stuff like that. But trust me, this is actually good advice (and bearable to read). I’m getting tired of hearing naïve girls complaining they don’t have a boyfriend or they haven’t met that “special someone” at the frat house party.
Um, well, first of all, finding your next boyfriend at the frat house that’s notorious for hooking up with multiple girls in one night (um, gross?) is definitely not a good idea. Do you really expect to find a guy—in a frat—that would be willing to throw away the freedom he has every Friday and Saturday (and probably the rest of the week), just so he could have a desperate girlfriend? Sorry hun, but the chances aren’t looking too hot for you.
Secondly, going out with the intentions of finding someone to fill that boyfriend “void” is definitely not the way to go. You’re going out with your best friends, having the time of your life, and you’re really worried about finding Mr. Right? What do you think will happen? He’ll fill up your cup at the keg, with minimum spillage, and then bippity-boppity-boop: he’ll ask you to be his girlfriend? I’m not sure if it works that way.
I mean, it’s totally cool to be optimistic about finding your hubby at a sketchy dark party with beer spilled in your hair. I guess it’s possible it could happen. But would you really want to first meet your guy while you’re both slightly intoxicated, not 100% sure what the other one looks like, and barely hearing each other over the blaring dubstep? It certainly sounds romantic (note the sarcasm).
I don’t mean to sound so negative about this. If this is rant-y, I apologize. I’m just trying to get my point across: girls need to stop planning out when they’re going to meet their next boyfriend. Chances are, they’ll end up disappointed with the lack of boy they end up with at the end of the night, or worse—the boy they do end up with isn’t all that great.
I’ll end with this. To the girls whom this post applies to: stop expecting so much out of your Friday nights. Appreciate the pong game you just won or the hilarious photo shoot you had with the drunk-bus driver. But really appreciate the people beside you for all of this—your friends. They’ve been at your side longer than any boy has, and they will be there for you when that boy isn’t.
Just remember: eventually everything that is meant to happen will fall into place—whether that happens tomorrow, next week, or next year. Until then, enjoy the nights you have with your friends. Laugh at the mistakes you make and don’t dwell on the disappointment.
But most importantly, know everything happens for a reason.
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