Who drank a Yuengling, three vodka shots, two Guinness’s, two PBR’s, and two mixed drinks on Thursday night?
Did I mention the hot garlic wings with blue cheese and waffle house pie? Or the fact that I still made it to my 10:10 class, albeit at 10:23?
I feel like a badass.
However, there is something I really don’t understand about myself. Why do I get the urge to talk to guys when I’m drinking? It’s not that I even really want to flirt or anything, I just want to talk. I want to feel like there’s someone out there who wants to talk to me…
And the thing is, there are plenty of people. My friends, my mom, my aunt, my sisters. Why is attention from guys so important anyway? Even stupid ones, like an ex boyfriend, some guy I used to hang out with who was really annoying, or some guy who can only be called, in Bridget Jones Diary lingo, an “emotional f***wit?”
Why is it so important that they respond when I text something as simple as “Hey, what’s up?”
Those are my weak moments. I spend so much time trying to make myself stronger – getting organized, going to the gym, making good grades, trying (and often failing) to eat better. I have great friends, an amazing family, and an awesome support system. But sometimes, all those things sort of drift to the back of your head, and all of a sudden you feel alone, even in a room full of people.
It’s the Girl Brain. It wants to be mushy, emotional, and undermine all the work you do to make your life fulfilling without having some deadbeat man around to mess it up. This is where you girlfriends come in as a support system, preventing the Girl Brain from taking over your life.
Cue all the cheesy lines – “Girl, he ain’t worth it,” or “Stop talking to that loser, I will CUT him!” They help put a smile on your face, and help you realize that there are more fun things to do in life than sit around and let your Girl Brain obsess about boys.
Eating Bojangles, talking about your hopes for something better, and yelling at people from car windows: stupid things that make you laugh. But laughter is the key. If you spent five minutes laughing your ass off in the morning, you’ll probably still chuckle about it five hours later.
The idea of “I don’t give a s***” helps tremendously. I don’t care if he texts me back. I don’t care if some guy won’t dance with me at a bar. It’s nice to have the mentality that you have a pretty freaking cool life – no one can bring you down.
So girl… trust me, he ain’t worth it. If he keeps being a douche, I will CUT him. I will not let him break your heart. Your friends are worth a thousand times more than any jerk you might meet, and one of the best things you can do for yourself is to never forget that 🙂