GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS My Story

You know what our problem is? We care too much. We think we have ‘intuition’ but that’s just another way of saying we are so self-conscious that we pay attention to every little detail. Everyone is nervous about what people think about them, no matter how confident they claim to be. Everyone is imperfect, and therefore, there is always something someone can criticize themselves on. Take me for example. Some may say I’m pretty or I have a lot going for me but what I see is that I can be incredibly lazy, I am always in a bad mood, I am regrettably flat, my nose is too big, and I’m super pale in the winter. I also hate to write essays and I am miserable, like many others, whenever I have to do homework or any other type of labor.
The bottom line is: we all care too much. That is why there are so many problems in our world today. But girls, oh man! We just take it to another level. We are known for fighting with each other and our infamous drama. Take my club volleyball team for example. When we met each other I thought it was a nice group of girls. But then the tallest girl on the team asked me if I had noticed the cliques that were forming. After her saying that, I could help but notice that our team was separated into two groups and me being ditzy and oblivious had just begun to notice. I started paying more attention to the cliques that had formed and began to notice everything. Girls were turning their backs to me. They weren’t inviting me into their rooms at the Vegas tournament. The little things augmented into huge ordeals. I had thought myself to have gotten over my middle school self-consciousness, but I was wrong. I realized I had not changed one bit. Now, every practice is an awkward one. I keep a distance from certain girls and they keep their distance from me.