Monday

Girly Much??


It's a dog eat dog world, they say. Nahh. It's a girl eat girl world. Make the amendments, please!

I want to know, from all the girls out there. What sort of pleasure or satisfaction does all this overrated-girly-attitude gives you.

Overrated thing girls do which I don’t understand!

  • Saying 'hiiiiiiii!!!' instead of 'HI'. That too, in that abhorrent whining tone?
  • Spending time, rather killing time at beauty salons just to make sure that all their nails are of equal length and they turn effulgent? (Would they? I doubt).
  • Being overly obsessed with the color pink.
  • Sulking. Just because their boyfriend hasn't buzzed them since. Er…13 minutes and 24 seconds!?
  • Brushing. Brushing and combing their hair every now and then.
  • Spending hours in front of the mirror just to hide a zit, minus any guilt.
  • Always being late. They need more time to dress up for the party. (Now, don't the guys want an answer to this since an eternity?)

Most of all, trying to win a race against other girls: a race that doesn't even exist. A boy can be a girl's best friend. A girl cannot be. If there is a set as such, pretentious is the word. Unless, you can assure yourself a 100% that you are not pretending in your friendship. 

What do you exactly gain by looking better than another friend of yours at a party? A one night stand, maybe? And also, what do you get by impressing your best friends boyfriend? A green-eyed monster under the label of a 'best friend', maybe?

Most of you, in fact all of you will for sure have an opinion about me by the time you even start reading this post: Why am I being a hypocrite? No, I am not.

I am one of those girls who pick up their clothes from the men's section that too, a size larger. Even that rarely happens. And I don't break into a sweat of panic just because my nail polish chipped. Neither am I constantly dipped into the thought that I need to lose an inch on my waist just because I have a date tomorrow. Nor finding the necessity of applying inches of make-up each time leaving the house, that counts going to the 7-Eleven down the street too!

Personally, I think all them girls went too far. Their jeans got too low, their tops got too see-through. I think that sexy is keeping yourself mysterious. I'm really an old-fashioned girl, and I'm totally proud of my way. Old-fashioned. 

Despite being a girl, I fail to understand these girls. What sort of pleasure do these acts give you? What is the delight that comes along with all of these? (Un)fortunately, I am never going to get an answer to this. Why don't they atleast understand that there are guys out there with brains, who do like girls with brains more than girls with matching nail paints?? Speaking about nail paints, I'm a epic failure when it comes to filing my nails, or even painting it.

I sometimes ask myself, "Do women like me exist?" 

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