Boys are Lame.

I heard today from a boy that if another boy sends you mixed signals it means he doesn't like you.

He then went on to tell me that if the particular boy we were talking about were to like me, he wouldn't show any interest in me.

However, it was last year when the boy we were talking about was sending mixed signals.

This year he shows no interest in me. If I go by what I was told today, then that means this one boy likes me.

However, I fail to see the logic, or the sense behind this conclusion because, let's face it: IT MAKES NO SENSE AT ALL.

Also, the boy I was talking to did not know the boy I was referring too for that long, nor did he know him as well as I did.

I am now at a loss. And boys are lame.

I know, I want

I hate it when people tell me that I don't know what I want.

I want to buy mint chocolate chip flavored lip gloss.

"Boys get distracted and turned off when you have ice cream flavored lip gloss. You don't know what you want, get the strawberry first and see how it turns out!"

I want to buy Ayn Rand books.

"No one even reads her anymore except those creepy kids at Barnes and Noble. Plus, you're just going to catch the attention of random old people. You don't know what you want, you should buy something lighter first."

I want this specific kind of guy.

"You can't know what you want in a guy. There are so many types that you haven't even met yet. You don't know what you want, why don't you try dating around first in order to see what all you're missing."

I want this haircut.

"You're not a hairdresser, why don't you listen to a professional. You don't know what you want, just try this haircut, and if you don't like it, your hair will grow back anyways."


I may be young, I may make mistakes, but they're mine to make. I know what I want, and I'm tired of people telling me that I don't know. I do know, in fact, I can make decisions on my own. Granted, they lack the wisdom that comes with age, how am I to acquire wisdom, empirical knowledge, and experience unless I do things for myself.

Also, I don't want to try over and over, searching for something that I like, or that works for me, just because what I want isn't what people think I need.

I make it a goal in life to get what I want, not what I need, that way if I die tomorrow, I die happy and content. Also, oddly it ends up working out to where what you want is what you need.

Random yes, but it just now occurred to me that Howard Roark in the novel is a ginger, and I'm a bit disappointed that Gary Cooper wasn't one.