Thoughts on: Boys

My lip really hurts right now, and that's irrelevant but it's right on my lip... so that means it's never going to heal because I'm just going to keep biting it because I bite my lips when I get nervous and I get nervous a lot. There's no reason I get nervous... so I guess I should call it thoughtful... not nervous. I have thoughts, you know.

Anywho. Boys.

As a younger-teenage girl, I used to spend probably about 50% of my time trying to analyze the reactions of the boys around me. I got my heart seriously, or what I thought was seriously, broken for the first time when I was like... 14. I was just SOOOOO in love with him and with him gone I was like... what?

As I have advanced in my years (as much as you can say... considering I'm 17...) I have had drilled into my brain by the lovely voice of my parents that ALL BOYS WANT IS ONE THING (we all know what this one thing is) and "Well, boys are so much less mature than girls... there's no way you can find any boy who actually likes you for you... ever. Until you're like... 50." But what's up with the people around me who have like have the same boyfriend/girlfriend for what seems like eons?

Recently, I've been between two possible causes of my lack of good relationships...

1. It's me. I'm simply incapable of love and that's the way it's meant to be. 
2. It's them. No boy could ever possibly be smart, handsome, witty, interesting, independent and awesome enough to entertain me for more than a few months. (I believe all of this stems from my blatant lack of trust in anyone besides my family, Emily and Katelyn.) 

Or I supposed that there's a third... possibility... That God really does have a plan and Mr. Wonderful will happen.

So I guess I'll just sit back and wait?