Get Your Act Together

Self-respect (noun)-Pride and confidence in oneself; a feeling that one is behaving with honor and dignity.

If someone were to ask you, “do you feel as though you have a high sense of self-respect?” Would you be able to answer yes? Most girls in college wouldn’t. I’ve never noticed the lack of self-respect in girls until I came to Northern. In high school, girls cared about their reputation. But for some reason here, in college, they do not. Girls walk around wearing little to nothing and spread their legs to the world. 

How can you feel respectful towards yourself when all you have is a drunken hook up every weekend? When you wake up how do you feel about knowing the fact that when you were sober you’ve never actually talked to him face-to-face? All you are to him is a booty call. How does that make you feel? Like shit? Yeah, well it should.

Everyone always says college are you experimental years, but that doesn’t give you the right to slut it up 24/7. Sleeping with at least five different guys by mid semester doesn’t make you cool. Hooking up with the guy you met in the basement at some random house party the night you met him doesn’t make you cool either.  Maybe you should get to know him first or at least know his name so you to creep on him on facebook the next morning. He’s probably a lot lower on the scale now that you’re sober than he is on your drunk scale. 

And just because you feel like you can parade yourself around like a piece of meat doesn’t mean everyone else wants to. Don’t try to drag those less confident girls into your idea of fun. Leave the defenseless virgins alone; they’re virgins for a reason. They’re waiting for the right person; they don’t give it up for just anyone. Ruining their night by telling them you’re going to get them “laid” tonight makes you look like a douche. Not to mention they feel terrible about themselves. You make them feel like it’s a bad thing that they’re virgins. It’s not a bad thing to be a college-aged virgin. 

I’m not the type of person to flaunt myself and get it in with just anyone. I wasn’t like that last year and I won’t be like that this year and I’ll never be like that. Self-respect is extremely important to me. I just wish everyone else would realize how important it actually is.

Mutual Weirdness

You know that awkward ten minutes before you fall asleep at night or the silent fifteen minute shower you take where your thoughts are endless? Or even the hour and forty minutes when your psycho sociology professor is lecturing on who knows what and you find yourself day dreaming the class away?

Thinking. The thoughts are endless. My mind is always running. Miles upon miles. Hours upon hours.

One of my friends recently told me she doesn't think. She sits there in silence, and doesn't think about a thing. My first reaction? Are you fucking kidding me?! You HAVE to think. EVERYONE has to think. But then I sat back and looked at it through her eyes.

What if I'm the crazy one?

What if no one actually sits there and thinks random ass thoughts 24/7 like I do? Is it weird that every down second of everyday I'm coming up with completely random unrealistic scenarios and idiotic thoughts referring to everything under the sun?

She's not the weird one, I am.

Oooh Ahhh

Recently I've had this sudden, weird urge to write everything down. I'm not quite sure what possessed this since I've never been one to write anything in a journal or even express my feelings to anyone more than myself and a few close (but lucky) friends. I'm that type of person who holds everything in until one day you finally break. Well, unfortunately, today was that day. One ten minute phone conversation with my mother equals two hours of tears pouring out of me like Niagra Falls. Weakness...me showing weakness. I hate the feeling of weakness. I'm not a weak person; that's why I hold it in. The fact that, right now, I can't please everyone I want is killing me inside. I can only please so many people at one time, and the person I need to start with is me. I'm always worried about helping others; making them happy. When, in reality, it's me the I need to make happy. I need to step back and look at the big picture. Do what's right for me, not what I think is right for everyone else.