After a sisterhood retreat this weekend which most girls described as the single best weekend of their whole entire life, sorority sister Mandy Lovetz has arrived at a shocking conclusion. Somewhere during the sorority squats and Gossip Girl recaps, Mandy finally found the strength to admit that she just doesn’t really like her “big” that much.
I am too analytical for my own good. It confuses me how people get into relationships and stay with each other for years and years. I have felt love for someone outside of my family before. It fucking sucked! I have liked many guys, and many guys have liked me. Yet, for some reason, I have not found a guy that I like who likes me back. It’s difficult! More so than the sit-coms and movies have made it out so be.
The reason why this is called “Maybe I Should Be Crazy” is because that’s what guys are expecting a girl to be: Crazy. (Un)fortunately, I am not. I am rather down-to-earth, genuine, and overall, just a chill person. There are plenty of things that women do that I cannot fathom why they do those things. There are things that women say/think that has never crossed my mind or has seen logical or sensible. Yet, ironically, they are the ones who get into relationship after relationship after relationship after relationship. And I just can’t comprehend why… asides from looks of course.
These guys who get into relationships with crazy, insensible girls tend to complain about them constantly. Yet, they stay with them, and these girls do not have trouble finding guys that’ll date them… as far as I see it, these girls are doing something right.
Maybe I should be crazy…
Maybe I should just be cutesy, and let that be the extent of my personality.
Maybe I should let my ditsy-ness be the icing on the cake of my “fun,” and “original” personality.
Maybe I should try and rationalize things by using irrational behaviors, motives, and phrases.
Maybe I should constantly complain about everything you are doing wrong even though I know in my heart of hearts you are doing everything in your realm of possibilities to the best of your capabilities.
Maybe I should start arguments over petty bullshit just because we feel that an argument every now and then is healthy in a relationship.
Maybe I should break up with you over nonsensical reasons, date someone else, then after realizing that that new guy isn’t as good as you, go back to you.
Maybe I should call you an asshole all the time, make you feel depressed, drive you to smoke cigarettes again, then complain about you smoking cigarettes and call you an asshole some more.
Maybe I should make you forget how I treated you prior to our little tiffs then go on as if nothing has changed.
Maybe I should mentally abuse you, mislead you, trick you, distance yourself from all of your friends, whip you into the boy I want you to be, and make you fall harder in love with me.
Maybe I should tell you that I don’t feel like hearing you complain about your troubling problems simply because I am too tired to deal with it.
Maybe I should make you feel like a lesser human-being because I can get away with it since I am a female, therefore the victim of any guy/girl situation.
Maybe I should treat you like shit, have you run to another girl who is much better than me, who is willing to listen to your problems, who is willing to take the time out of there day to “babysit” you, who is willing to recover you back to full mental health, then get you to come back to me afterwards simply because you’re still head over heels in love with me.
Since that’s what every single guys seems to want…
Maybe I should be crazy.