"I never resulted to chasing after boys like a crazy person"
- Mercyxoxx
- Apr 9, 2018
- 2 min read
Where this whole thing started, and some of my irrational teenage thinking. Most importantly how this book came to be, rather than my ability to write absolutely anything else.
Most girls never initially have to do all the chasing, but I’d like to think I was born the exception. Since the day I had truly fallen in likes with a boy and wanted to do something about it, it took an army of internal courage and people to help me follow my dreams, and not run away from assigned boy. Now had I waited around for assigned boy to magically decide I was the one, like media had influenced me and society had said well then I would have spent most of my life watching it pass from the sidelines. Which would make for a rather short book.
You see the moment I turned around and saw all these girls with boyfriends I knew instantly I was doing something wrong, because for starters I didn’t have one, and I really wanted one. He could complete my other half, and not having a ton of friends wouldn’t be this big deal because I’d have him. We’d be the fucked up Bonnie & Clyde or Romeo & Juliet, and then it’d at least be something. I could finally get the chance to write about true love after experiencing it personally.
In life you always assume if a girl doesn’t have a boyfriend for a long period of time it’s because maybe she just doesn’t want one, or care enough to get one. On T.V she’s the girl pushing boy’s away, wonderful prospectively, decent looking boys. I the boy crazy person I was found it one of my main priorities, more than school or anything. So why on earth was I still single?
You see when I realized I had the power to change things in my life by just wanting something bad enough it fueled me. It made me the prince, the princess and the not so happy ending to my own story. I never originally resulted to chase after boys like a crazy person. That wasn’t me, or at least I never intended to be that girl, but yet that’s exactly where I found myself on many bizarre occasions. I wasn’t crazy, I was in love, or in likes with the idea of it, and him. To be fair who knew what love even was back then, I didn’t. I’m still clueless towards it as I’m writing this authors note. I was probably just bored because I had ran out of stuff to binge watch on Netflix. As I clearly wanted him, and only him to be my new social life, or we could watch it together, because he’d probably have really cool commentary in that manly voice of his.
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