Lesson #36

Don't be that girl.
Don't be the girl who sits and waits for the phone to ring.
Don't be the girl who wastes every day wondering when you'll next get to see him.
Don't be the girl who practically devotes herself to a boy.
Then again...
Don't fall for the boy who breaks hearts.
Don't fall for the boy who doesn't care.
Don't fall for the boy who left you once already.
Fall for the boy who looks at your eyes, not your tits. The boy who, if he had an ounce of musicality would write you a song, even if it is just to see you laugh at his crappy attempts. Who would travel around the world just to bring you back some funky hats.
I gave up hoping this person existed a long time ago.
Really, if I'm honest with you, today's lesson should be don't fall for anyone; they'll only use it against you. I don't know when the concept of love (if there is such a thing anymore) became a weapon instead of a blessing. I don't know when people became so regardless of everyone else. I don't know when someone flushed the toilet on our hopes of good old fashioned romance, and just sat idly by while every marriage statistic slowly drained out through the plug hole. It's like the whole population evolved to be born with invisible blinkers which stop you from caring about other people. Maybe our genes have mutated to provide us with less real emotion than that of a fridge. I really don't know.
Truth be told, I blame the media. Films and TV shows turned me into a hopeless romantic. Then reality came along and bulldozed right through that. Writers, directors and the screenplay teams of thousands of movies have donned out this boulder sized lump of false hope, making us believe in a thing called love. Which most teenage girls fall for. I certainly did. For a good 7 years I truly believed that I would find myself a Brad Pitt or a Chad Michael Murray in a random chance encounter and we'd fall irrevocably and reciprocally in love. Did that happen fuck! Thanks to the ass lickers at Fox and MTV for that, that really helped. Well done for listening to your ratings instead of the overwhelming feeling of wrongdoing and impending disappointment you've caused so many people. Real good job guys.
Happily ever after isn't real. Dead, cold and alone is. And that goes for all of us. We all end up six feet under. Or dust and ash in a pot on someone's mantlepiece. Or a body in a morgue, organless and frozen. The choice is yours.
My theory is, if you expect to get hurt by someone, then at least you're prepared when the blow finally hits. Now, I'm not saying that it hurts any less. It kills like a mother fucking bitch.
Well... it used to. It sorta grows into a dull, numbing, aching anger. And you cry out of frustration, not sadness. Which I suppose is better... but it took a fucking long time to get here.
Don't let yourself get drawn into that happy relationship bubble. Sooner or later somebody's gonna come along with a giant drawing pin and then you're screwed. Don't fall for some guy just because he smiled at you and held the door open, you're not gonna have a life together, he's not gonna father your children. Don't believe One Tree Hill or The Notebook, they're a little something we like to call fiction. Don't be that girl. For your own good.