Once upon a time… I was at home, sick. I decided I would have a pause from my CSI marathon watching, because after all I had come to season 7! And I decided to start watching the first season of Sex And The City. I could immediately hear women’s voices in my head discussing over the show, “You are so a Miranda!” “Oh, no you’re a Charlotte, aren’t you?” I must confess I cheated a bit, I have seen the movies and the occasionally episode on TV. But now I can’t stop hearing my thoughts read out by Sarah Jessica Parker, or Carrie, what ever you prefer.
Even though I my self am a teenager, I somehow relate to the thirty-something women. After all, no matter what age, we all search after that boy, that guy or that man. And we all know the stereotypes. We all know the situations, maybe not the exact same but more or less. And we all have that one thing in common: unlucky in love. Am I right? Well, not everyone. But that’s the purpose of the series, to show women everywhere, in any age, that they are not alone. That is also the main occupation of the main character, Carrie.
The series just proves one thing: women sells best. When the series were at it’s highest thousands – or maybe millions – of women gathered in front of the TV to watch the miserable women of Manhattan search for their one and only, or one time thing in some cases. The women would then pick up the phone and talk it all out with their friends. They would meet in coffeehouses the next day, or simply just chat it out at work. Either way, everyone watched Sex And The City. Well, maybe not everyone, but close. The series isn’t that much of a hit anymore, but as I mentioned the movies are. And thousands – or millions – of teenage girls sets the DVD in the player and have a real girls night watching the now forty-something women travel the world. And once again you can hear the streets, no walls – more specifically: facebook walls – fill up with the same sentences, “Oh you are such a Carrie, and you know it!” Oh yes, times have not changed as much as we thought they had. And I’m still in bed anxious to see the next episode of the thirty-something women’s next adventures… And they all lived happily ever after?
“Daydreamer. Sitting on the seat, soaking up the sun. He is a real lover. Of making up the past and feeling up his girl, like he’s never felt her figure before.” Daydreamer – Adele (19 – 2008)
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Right now I am in a state of mind where I am angry at someone for making me smile, ready for REAL school (not just information and research school) and ready for uphill battle climbing. That is SO not typical me!
It confuses me that I am stepping out of my comfort zone and typicality. It is positive, but it scares me. I know myself well enough to know that I can’t handle all of this at once, but I’m hoping this is a chance for me to prove that I can! I can handle the responsibility, I can handle the pressure and I can succeed.
I try to find something positive in everything, but it’s easier to tell others what is positive in their problems than find them in my own. Sitting at school being super bored and trying to teach myself something useful instead of doing nothing. This is wrong because I should be doing what the teacher tells me to do. Don’t get me wrong, I do what I’m told, I just don’t do it as well as I could.
The upside to this “situation” is that I am not using all my energy contemplating about boys. For some reason that takes a lot of energy. Boys, boys, boys. For teenage girls they are like a crossword puzzle, we put in one word after the other and when we think we got it right we figure out that everything is wrong and we got to start all over again. This isn’t anything to complain about, but it takes up so much of our thoughts that in my case I get exhausted!
Surround yourself with positive things, people and thoughts (!) and everything is easier to handle, believe it or not.
“I won’t let the negativity turn me into my enemy, promise to myself that I won’t let it get the best of me. That’s how I want to be.” Think Good Thoughts – Colbie Caillat (All Of You – 2011)
Who decides what cheating is? Some define it as a kiss; others say it’s when you sleep with another person. But doesn’t it feel like cheating when someone is together with you and they have feeling for someone else?
I have one rule when it comes to relationships: if I like someone else I tell the guy I’m in a relationship with and break up (unless he refuses for some reason of course). I don’t have the heart to lie to a boy saying that I have feelings for him, when in fact my heart belongs to someone else. I could never kiss someone, and far from sleep with someone. And when the guy you’re “dating” knows this about you, wouldn’t the same rules apply to him as well? Maybe not, but it would be nice to know. Wouldn’t it?
Apparently I’ve been lied to for quite some time. Correction: almost trough the whole relationship. I did realize something was off, but I didn’t have proof. Now, some months after it ended I hear about it. I don’t really care: I’m over him. But I am a bit angry because I could never do that to him, and he knew that. I feel as if guys just use my trust to have “fun”. It hurts. Not because I love him, but because I put my trust in the wrong guy and believed his lies.
It’s all in the past and doesn’t really matter, but guys should know by now: a woman/girl always knows. We may not be bulletproof, but we know when something is off. Still we stick with him and tell ourselves that it will end and he will come to realize that we love him. He knows we will never leave and uses it to it’s full potential, until one day we leave. Yes, we’re brave when we want to be.
But boys: don’t, ‘cause she will know!
“Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats!” Carrie Underwood – Before He Cheats (Some Hearts – 2005)
You know how guys always say that girls are so complicated? Well, I think they’re wrong. Some girls are, but most girls just want to be loved. They also say that they’re so easy to understand, and that all they want is a sandwich and some different loving. Personally I think they’re wrong about this too.
I think boys are super complicated, or can be at least. I never seem to know where I have them. I never understand what they mean, and I take it the wrong way. They get my hopes up, and crush them down. Personally I don’t think it’s their fault, or mine. It’s a situation of misunderstanding. I don’t speak boy language, and they don’t speak girl language. In time I guess this will be sorted out and we will live a happily ever after, but in the meantime what do I do?
Also I don’t think they are as cold hearted as they appear. They always act so tough, but that can’t be the case. I see all these men walking around with their heart on their sleeve, ready to be hurt and willing to love. Most boys have it in them, but most boys don’t show us. And when they’re too late and another boy have, they end up hurting. Well, that’s how I see it anyways.
My perspective may be limited, but right now, that’s how I see it. What I want? I’ll quote Kelly Clarksons “Where Is Your Heart” form her Breakaway (2004) cd, “Where is your heart? ‘Cause I don’t really feel you. What I really want is to believe you. Is it so hard, to give me what I need? I want your heart to bleed, that’s all I’m asking for.” (It’s a bit edited).
You know some guys want women to come with an instruction manual, here is mine: I want to feel you hurt, I want to feel you love, I want to know what you’re thinking. That’s all, seriously.
“’Cause there’s only one thing I want. If it’s not what you’re made of, you’re not what I’m looking for. You were willing but unable to give me anymore.” Lucie Silvas – What You’re Made Of (Breathe In – 2004)
The world was supposed to go under yesterday; it didn’t. I can’t help but think that would have been for the better. In this world today there are so much pain and sickness. Terrorism scares us all to death, and war is ruining families.
Heartbreak and divorces are also a reason for the pain around us. I don’t know the reason, but I know that there are more that just the heartbroken, divorced grownups that are hurt – the kids are also hurt. I am happy that my parents are still married. I’ve seen the way divorce ruin the best of people, but also how it makes one stronger. I don’t really know why I write about this, but I thought I should address it.
Then again, we can’t walk around and only see the dark side of life. Things happen for a reason, and somewhere down the road: everyone will find their true love.
“Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.” Adele – Someone Like You (21 – 2011)
Have you ever felt like you’re way into a new territory, and you don’t know whether to go further in or run as fast as you can out? I am referring to love now. Referring to the part of love where you have no clue on where to go, where you are or what you’re doing.
I am far in the land of “I don’t know where to go or what to do!” I have no idea how I got here, or how to get out. Maybe I shouldn’t get out? But I’m so afraid that if I stay I’ll end up heartbroken. I know that that’s life, but if you ca spare yourself from one, I don’t see why you shouldn’t.
Taylor Swift spoke up about her view on love to In Style, she said “There are no rules when it comes to love. I just try to let love surprise me because you never know who you’re going to fall in love with. You never know who’s going to come into your life.” And I do agree with her, but I am too scared to jump, because I know there’s a chance I will fall alone (Yes, bad reference to Taylors Jump then fall song).
When I don’t know what to do, I try to just think positive. I tell myself that “Everything happens for a reason, and everything works out for the better somewhere down the road!” Because whether you believe it or not: this is usually what happens.
“In your ocean, I’m ankle deep. I feel the waves crashin’ on my feet. It’s like I know where I need to be, but I can’t figure out.” NEEDTOBREATHE – Something Beautiful (The Outsiders – 2009)
Ever been an outsider for so long you loose the belief that you can ever become an “insider”? Been that person no one wants to be for so long, you don’t believe you can ever be that some people are jealous of.
I’ve always been that girl, or at least in my mind. I never got good grades, no good in sports and never got boys. I don’t really know when this changed, it just did. I’m not super popular or anything, I’m just comfortable in my own skin and it’s noticeable. I don’t know if it’s because of the fact that I don’t care if people want to be me, or if it’s the fact that I don’t have time to think about it – either one is alright. I think that’s the clue to being happy – not caring – cause if you care, you over think and start being depressed over it.
Us girls – especially – compare ourselves to other girls, scientist say this is the reason so many teenage girls has low self-esteem and confidence. I can’t say that I don’t do that, but I can say that I try not to. It has really worn me down to think badly of myself all the time; it’s always better to see the bright side of things. If a girl is thinner than you, you’ll last longer if you were stuck in an ice-cold igloo. If she always has guys around her, you may have more girl friends than her.
The grass is only greener on the other side if you want it to be. If you open your mind and see things in a positive way, everything will be more positive. This does not mean bad things can’t happen, but more good things will be appreciated.
“All this time I’ve been running in circles, you were right behind. I guess I could’ve met you in the middle, how come it never crossed my mind?” Cheryl Cole – Hummingbird (Messy Little Raindrops – 2010)