A Girl and Her Blog

What’s the meaning of life? Monty Python never does a serious rendition of what the answer to this life long question could possibly be. I think I have figured it out.

It’s all about you. No one else. Not the relationships you make, and not the mountains you climb. All it has to do with is you. If there are people out there that upset you, and make you mad then make sure that they cannot take away your pride in yourself. If you cannot be perfectly happy alone, and in solitude, then that is the problem. The meaning to life? Make sure you are the only person you need in order to be happy.

It is hard. Every day is hard. The social extravaganzas that are thrown into your path can make it near impossible not to break down, and lose everything. We all go through it. There will always be people who think they are the most important, and although to them it is exactly how they should feel, they should not act it out to the point where they are the center of the crowd. Everyone should be equal. This is so far from reality. The purpose, and test of it all is whether or not you can be the person above it, and brush it off. They clearly do not need you, and you definitely do not need them.

Moral of the story: you do you, and let everyone else do what they want. For your own life, how you feel and act is what matters, so go on and brush your shoulders off. 

I do not know what it is about girls. We are all overly emotional, high maintenance, and selfish. It is essentially inevitable, and anyone who denies this is also a liar. I am not saying girls are bad, but we are incredibly hard individuals to get along with. A boys favorite saying is, “girls are crazy,” and the fact of the matter is, they are right. We cannot help ourselves. 

Guys do not even know how to fight with one another. Occasionally they will wrestle, but 10 minutes later they’re sharing a laugh over a Madden game, and talking about the chicks that want them. Girls? Now, there’s a whole different story. We will begin a fight for no realistic reason, and we will hold onto it until we find something else to create a fuss about. For example, one of your friends may borrow an item from your closet, and possibly look better in it. Our response? Get rip-shit angry, and call them a bitch. The best part is, we all know we are doing it, and we are all aware of our irrationality. Again, we just cannot help ourselves.

Is there any light at the end of the tunnel for girls? Can we ever just, get along? Personally, I do not think it will happen. We take too much joy out of these tussles whether or not we admit it. Gossip and judgment are just our coping mechanisms for the demanding world around us. If we cannot find pleasure and excitement from sex, shopping, or food, then what else do we have left other than a meaningless fight that can occupy time for at least a few days. 

Here’s my advice. Either we all learn how to live in a world with one another, or we need to embrace our inner devil. It’s do or die, and may the best bitch win. 

Here’s a situation I have been made aware of about a girl and a boy, and a screwed up relationship. Original right?

College is a time for new experiences and new people. Of course you wanna have some fun, little relationships where you can be who you want, and call it quits the next morning. The other part of this spectrum is a young girl’s tendency to form an instant attachment to a guy who goes into the evening assuming the end is near. In between these extremes there is a consistant hook up that will be nothing more than that, or the possibility that there’s a real connection outside the dark rooms with loud music. Some girls do not get the hints that lie within this spectrum, and that’s where I am going to point out some red flags that are obvious to everyone except the girl involved. 

Here’s the situation: Boy meets girl, girl likes boy. Boy has mustache (just saying). The fun goes on, and it all seems great until a break comes, and the boy announces he wants nothing more, and still has feelings for his ex girlfriend of three years. Red flag number one could not be more obvious. Boy decides to talk to girl’s best friend and confess his feelings that he has been hiding all along(red flag 2), which instantly spins the best friend into an uncomfortable position of what to do. Taking the best route possible as a best friend, she informs the girl who spins wildly into the anger stage—obviously. Time continues and school is back in session, which leads to the relationship starting up a new session as if there had been no flags. ‘I hate him’, ‘I love him’ continues for months, with the ocassional interruption of, “I still have feelings for my ex girlfriend.” Despite the reminder from her friends over and over, that he is useless, girl is infatuated with boy, which allows boy to continue to use girl.

There is a huge difference between having a little innocent fun with your fellow college mates, and falling for the wrong guy. When he admits feelings for your best friend and his ex girlfriend at the same time as doing you…there’s an issue. I’m all for taking chances, but the loss of your girl pals over this kind of man is an embarrassment. Girls, get it together. If he isn’t 100% yours, he is not worth your time. Listen to your girls, and ditch that stick. If not for you, do it for the girls who have to be seen in public with you at a small school where everyone knows your getting used like a hallway rug. Think before you attach!

For some reason, unknown to man, or just unknown to me, I have been a go to person for advice. People I have just met seem to open up, and request assistance, and people who are my closest friends tell me everything with an undertone to chime in with a solution. I am not even close to saying I am all knowing or perfect in any sense. I get defensive and stressed out over the silliest things. I cry for no reason. I think TV shows such as Grey’s Anatomy, Private Practice, Army Wives, and Vampire Diaries (yeah, I know, it’s an addiction) are real life. All I want to do is dress up, and look like Zoe Hart (aka Rachel Bilson) in Hart of Dixie, but I am fully aware stilettos and fancy shorts are not an acceptable attire for myself, or the city of Burlington, VT. A girl can dream, can’t she? My point in all of this is that I am just like everyone else. I have my own ups and my own downs. I have my own insecurities about myself, and always want to be better.

I do not intend for this blog to be any sort of high and mighty type of deal, and hope that no one takes in that way. I have been told my advice is good, and helps people, which is what I want this blog to be about. I think I distribute good advice, and if that is selfish, then so be it, but I have had more than a few people come to me weeks or months down the road and tell me, “I should have listened to you.” Seriously…I have references. Overall, this is going to be my outlet to the world. If someone comes to me with something, and I have a thought about it, I am going to post it (no names or easy identifiable fact of course). If you find it interesting, or helpful, please pass it on to your friends! If you find it dumb, please, just ignore it, and not be mean to me because as I said earlier…I get sad and upset over the silliest things! Til my next post!