Words of wisdom spoken to me by my friend’s mother the other day really sunk in. We were talking about boys (what else?) as Carin and I sat at the island in her kitchen while her mother made cheesy scrambled eggs and toast for us (I love her =D). “Wow, I cannot believe that those kids are having sex – I am totally appalled” were words that were squeezed around my tongue and escaped my own mouth many a time. I stared dumbfounded at Carin as she told me things she’d heard had happened in the Middle School. My jaw dropped. Quite literally – I mean it when I say that my jaw dropped.
Our little chat over orange juice, cheesy eggs, buttered toast (TOAST!) and doughnuts really cleared things up for me. I realized that I am not ready for another boyfriend. Not now, and not for a long long time. Honestly, I don’t even feel any attraction towards any of the icky boys that are in my school anymore. I have a feeling that there are more fish in the sea – fish that are more handsome and less pressuring. I will always care for my first boyfriend ever – he was awesome and exactly what I needed, but now I just want to be friends (and only friends) with him. High School relationships add too much unnecessary stress onto my already stressful life. “Why didn’t you call last night?” “When can you come over? Oh, you can’t? We’ll figure out something!!!” Yeah, that is simply unnecessary and unwanted. I am fine being me, myself, and I for now. For my “This I Believe…” essay, I wrote myself to still be single in fifteen years – maybe that’s exactly what I want for my future. Maybe I will be better off on my own with no man creating an ugly shadow in my sunny scene of life.