November 14, 2007

Maybe you’ll understand one day. I sure hope so.

Filed under: My Life — happychick @ 6.38p11

I’m your standard teenage girl.

The one who dyes her hair constantly in an effort to develop her own style. Who wears Converse and Billabong- who get pimples and cry when they kick their toe.

I worry about the size of my thighs/belly/bum , I get sweat patches and I wear jeans a size too small. I try too hard to get boys to like me. The ones I love never love me back, and the ones that love me never seem good enough.

I bitch about my closest friends, I compete with other girls for the highest marks in the class. I talk shit about my Mum because I don’t want to be the only one of my mates who gets along with their folks. I still sleep with a teddy bear at 16 years of age. I get nervous about driving/pashing boys/trying on swimwear. I wear makeup and I dress to impress those around me. I contradict myself and force my (often biased) opinions on others. I stress about exams and consider quitting school and life on a daily basis.

But I still find time to worry about global warming. I cry when I watch Oprah and get the urge to do something about the injustices in the world. I talk to the new kids. I stick up for my teachers. I make an attempt to see things from every angle and understand other’s points of view. I’m considering holding onto my virginity- for another year or so, at least. I message my Mum when she’s sick and worry myself silly every minute she’s at work. I feel awful for breaking up with my ex. I feel guilty about never mending those friendships that were torn apart by petty comments and lame arguments. I wake up every morning to a mirror that says “Be fantastic and never settle for anything but your best”. I smile when I hear the early-morning birds and I sympathize with pram-pushing mothers whose life choices weren’t thought out very well.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that we’re not all bad. Us teenage girls with our short skirts and promiscuity, our lack of morals and air-headed opinions, a lifestyle epitomized by Paris and Britney. We do have a deeper train of thought, believe it or not. Between fad diets and half-assed assignments, we want to change the world. We want the boyfriend who’ll light candles and just want to hold hands. We want the parents who will understand that we have NO IDEA about what we want to do after next year’s over. I feel cheated sometimes, being the girl I am in the context I live within. I feel belittled. I often wonder if anyone takes me seriously at all. Just like all lawyers’ aren’t crooked and all airline hostesses aren’t skinny; teens too aren’t one-dimensional.

It’s not another rant on how we’re judged by society, how I deserve to be treated like an adult and have the same opportunities as any man- it’s about giving hope to other teens who don’t fit the mould society has crammed us into quite nicely. It’s about being the multi-faceted character of a major motion picture who makes mistakes and stuffs up alarmingly often, but in the end is loved by the audience and other characters alike.



  1. Murphy’s Love Laws

    1. All the good ones are taken.
    2. If the person isn’t taken, there’s a reason. (corr. to 1)
    3. The nicer someone is, the farther away (s)he is from you.
    4. Brains x Beauty x Availability = Constant.
    5. The amount of love someone feels for you is inversely proportional to how much you love them.
    6. Money can’t buy love, but it sure gets you a great bargaining position.
    7. The best things in the world are free — and worth every penny of it.
    8. Every kind action has a not-so-kind reaction.
    9. Nice guys(girls) finish last.
    10. If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.
    11. Availability is a function of time. The minute you get interested is the minute they find someone else.

    Comment by thestunts — November 17, 2007 @ 6.38p11

  2. thanks for the GREAT post! Very useful…

    Comment by Whatever-ishere — November 21, 2007 @ 6.38p11

    • You wish!

      Comment by Anonymous — May 24, 2011 @ 6.38p05

  3. i realliee liked the way you write. this one an awesum post!especially for a teen all of 16.rock on.

    Comment by elusive — December 16, 2007 @ 6.38p12

    • How blind you are for thinking that post is awesome.

      Comment by Anonymous — May 3, 2011 @ 6.38p05

  4. i have a hard time believing you’re 16 yrs old.

    Comment by ??? — March 18, 2008 @ 6.38p03

    • I’m afraid that happychick isn’t sixteen anymore. If she was, I’d say that she was an excuse for a sixteen-year-old.

      Comment by Anonymous — May 24, 2011 @ 6.38p05

  5. I’ll be 17 this October.

    Comment by happychick — March 20, 2008 @ 6.38p03

  6. Dang right you’re biased. Look at all the nasty stuff you put in this article. You should be ashamed of yourself.

    I don’t think that I’ll ever understand you because of your attitude problem.

    Comment by Anonymous — May 24, 2011 @ 6.38p05

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