i wish i had something profound to say. something that i've learned resently or something God has revealed to me. But i dont. Life has actually been mellow resently and i cant say i mind it so much. After you're thrown into utter chaos for 6 months, to slow down and not worry is a nice thing. This isnt to say all my problems have been solved, or that they are better, but i guess i just stopped worrying so much-- at least about the big stuff. Now it just seems my thoughts are consumed by what seems infantile compared to everything else im going through. and i can sum it up in one small sentance.
I like Boys Alot.
there i said it. and now we [meaning I] can deal with it. ok maybe not, but at least i can take this time to vent, persay. Im almost freaking 17 years old, a junior in high school and ive never had myself a real boyfriend. now this isnt such a huge thing, or really anything that i care a whole lot about but it is something that i think about, as do im sure all the other girls who are in the same position. i guess i just dont get it. I see girls that are utterly amazing- smart, beautiful, sold out to God and all around awesome women, and yet they dont have themselves a gentlemen caller. Now Im not throwing myself completely into that same catagory, but it doesnt make sense. WHy do the girls that are the "bad girls" my parents told me to stay away from have the boys? how come us "nice girls" cant get a "nice guy." i d0nt get it.
perhaps my father's right, God is just protecting me from the heathens and preparing me for something greater. who know's. all i know is that im getting impatient. and yet, i dont want to stray away from God's plan for my life. oh well, i suppose my theory one whatever happens, happens will just have to be sufficient. Who cares in prolonging this confusion? I dont know. and yet there it is.... still just as confusing as ever.
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I'm sure I've got a ticket to that same boat. Let me know if you want to compare ours. And by that, I mean talk. Which I should have just said. Boat analogies are hard. Ima stop typing now.
"ima" :-)
Some times, the "nice guys" don't feel like they deserve the "nice girls," which makes them even nicer in the end. Be nice to boys...you are the scariest question they've ever had to ask. And if you haven't been asked...you scare them the most. That's a good thing.
I'm glad things are mellow for you. Truely glad.
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