STOP FEELING BAD AND START SEEING HOW GREAT YOU ALL ARE
In the last three days, I’ve spent more hours watching Indian movies than I have watching anything in English.
And I’ve only got one complaint.
It isn’t the subtitles, because I’m actually starting to pick up phrases more frequently than I used to. Not to mention my reading speed is increasing.
It isn’t that I’m tired of Indian girls, because let’s face it, they’re my favorite.
It isn’t that there’s at least four songs in each movie; I’m a fan of music, so like that’ll ever bother me.
My one complaint is this: the endings. The expression goes, “In the end, everything will be happy. If it isn’t happy, it isn’t the end.”
Well, guess what. I’m eighteen years old, and I’m too impatient for my own good. I want something happy now.
I just want to know why these buggers in the Indian movies can have this movie-style romances and their happy endings with these RIDICULOUSLY gorgeous girls, and I can’t. I’m just mad, to be honest.
And exhausted, so I’m kinda moody. My bad.
You know those moments where you don’t know how to say something, and then your best friend comes along as says what you’ve been trying to say for ten minutes?
And those times when you think you’re doing so well at hiding how tired you are, but then your best friend calls you on it immediately?
Yeah, I missed those moments.
Then, I finally got them back.
And I stole the written excitement from a friend of mine in order to title this post, instead of simply writing “Excited.” cause that’d be boring.
The world is full of over seven billion people. But, you’ll know when you find your other half, your best friend.
You’ll just have to trust me on this one.
The dog days are gone.
My life can be broken down into two parts.
One: The part of my life that I understand, and actually makes sense to me.
Two: The part involving girls.
I have two New Year’s “Resolutions”.
But they’re not really resolutions. They’re more rules that I’m gonna try to follow than anything else.
And they happen to correspond to each of the parts of my life.
The part about everything that isn’t girls — do work. I’m gonna jump into my studies, my schoolwork, everything. I’m gonna “go hard or go home” as someone once told me. I’m gonna go all in, and work harder than I ever have before. Physically, and mentally. I’m gonna get off my butt and do something for once.
The part about girls — stop doing work. Stop searching so hard to find someone to love me. Stop waiting anxiously; stop freaking out.
Someone once told me that the reason I lost them was because I was so preoccupied with getting with them that I made actually being with me boring.
That could have been prevented, yes? I believe so. I fucked up a lot last year in all of my relationships. Romantic and otherwise.
Stop worrying so much. If its meant to happen, it’ll happen. Maybe I already met the girl I’m gonna marry. Maybe I haven’t.
Whether I have or haven’t, that’s really nothing for me to worry about.
It’s not like I’m getting married tomorrow, right?
Of course not. Girls don’t like me.
At least, not that I know of.
We’ll see where this goes.
Welcome, 2012. Challenge accepted.