Okay, it’s particular posts like this one where I really hope and pray that people I actually know in real life are not reading this. Mama, Big T, Paci, Izzy, Tom, Wim; if you’re reading this, DO NOT DARE SAY ANYTHING (and I’m sorry if you didn’t want your names on the internet, I did use pseudonyms)!!!!
So I’m a teenager (duh) and well, we go through some tough shit (excuse my swearing). There are a lot of times where we in no way want to talk about our inner angst to the public so we talk to ourselves about it in our mind. And all we end up doing is over-analyzing everything. And it KILLS!
I’m a normal teen so I too go through those daily troubles so here’s a new weekly series that I’m going to do named (obviously): Teen Angst where I will literally rant about my angsty teen life. Something you can all, hopefully relate to, somewhere we are not judged or teased about the daily worries that swirl in our minds all the time.
So Teen Angst #1 is about crushes.
No, I didn’t choose this based on cliches.
So yesterday, I realized that I probably have the most massive crush in the world. I am definitely NOT giving anymore info about who this mysterious dude is (people who I know in real life; you guys don’t know the person).
I don’t know if you’ve realised this but crushes are NOT fun!!! I’m not the sort of teenager who has to have a crush all the time or the sort of person who loves to have one. They’re achingly painful!!!
I haven’t had a crush in a long time. Last time was probably 4 years ago. Of course, I have had those times when I’m nodding and noting that yeah, he’s pretty attractive but that’s it. This crush is the sort where this person literally pops into your head all the time and it doesn’t help that I’ve been listening to “Who You Love” by John Mayer and Katy Perry (great song!).
Crushes are ironic and contradictory which bugs me a lot. I look forward to the next time I’ll be seeing this guy but once I’m there; I’m constantly blushing, I feel like I’m going to throw up and I want to escape that place so that I can breath. Plus, I’m sure I’m acting like an idiot, especially when I’m sneaking glances. I over-analyse everything and my head feels like slush.
They also make me seriously insecure and normally I am a very secure person. I’m constantly checking my reflection pointing out; why can’t I just have normal, nice curls for once instead of a poofball? Why can’t I have perfect skin instead of that zit right there?
Yep, I hate having a crush. Why can’t it just be like in the books!!!
I’m not a brave person when it comes to stuff like this. People are always saying if you have a crush, the best thing to do is say it to their face.
Yeah . . . I am not going to do that.
WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK?
WHAT ARE YOUR CRUSHES LIKE?