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Being a Lady

I take a huge bite out of the greasy sandwich I’m eating, instantly hiding it under the table, pretending that I don’t have food in the no-food school library. The librarian shoots me a glare that would make a bloodsucking mountain goat recoil in fear, but at this point all I can think about is eating before my afternoon classes start, so I shoot him my sweetest smile, completely forgetting that my mouth is full of tomato and cheese. His eyes widen in horror as I quickly gather my books and dump the rest of my lunch in the trash. As I pass the front desk I stub my toe in the doorframe and utter a string of swear words as he chuckles and looks away so I don’t see him laughing at me. Yeah, as if. Nice try dude.

Being the perfect lady has never been a particular goal of mine, but as I progress through life and have people say things like “No spitting contests. They’re so unladylike.”, it does force me to think of what being a lady is all about. So, without further ado, here is The Mostly Confused Teenager’s guide to being a lady.

#1: Be Respectful of Others
Some would call this first rule “be kind”, however I tweaked it purposely because in my humble opinion life would be a complete drag if you couldn’t tease people just a little bit. I guess that you could just implement the rule that teasing and ribbing (are those the same things?) are fine up until the point where you’re causing pain through your words. Now now, I can already hear your cries of protest: “CT, laughing at someone is always wrong!” Well, yes; but my wise sixteen year old self knows that some relationships are based pretty much purely on insults and fake-loathing and that those friendships are worth everything in the world. So in a short, babble-free resume: teasing = OK, one-way insulting = well… guess. Bad (duh.)

#2: Make Your Own Choices
You all know the meek “we can do whatever you want” type. I’m not talking about normal polite people who can easily go with the flow, but rather people like my mother. I love my mom to bits and would without a doubt jump off a cliff to save her (although I’m not sure in which circumstances this would ever take place), but she annoys me to no end by having no particular opinion about most anything. Ladies, if you want to do something, as long as it doesn’t involve insulting nuns in their presence, go ahead! Being a lady means being a person, and being a person means standing up for yourself and for what you believe in.

#3: Respect Yourself
This suggestion ties in with the previous one. A lot of people would say that being a lady entails having perfect hair and makeup at all times, having the posture of a telephone poll and dressing like a 1950’s housewife. I think that that’s cow poop. The basics are hair that doesn’t have capybaras living in it, a face that doesn’t look like a grizzly bear gave it two black eyes and no bikinis (or equivalents) in business meetings. Other than that, do whatever the hell you want, within reason! Respect yourself and, generally, others will respect you.

In short (yeah, ironic I know), being a lady means being yourself. There are no 100,000 commandments to obey to the letter; there are only a few guidelines to follow. Swear, get sweaty, eat pizza with your hands and get it all over your face… And most of all, have fun. Otherwise, what’s the point of being anything at all?

Live long and prosper \V/
Yours sincerely,
The Mostly Confused Teenager

PS: On the 3rd of August 2014, TMCT turned one. Happy Birthday to the best little blog this girl could wish to run!

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Motivation, or the lack there of

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Today, I went for a run. I felt proud of myself for taking such initiative and… nah, OK, my mom forced me to go running with her because she thought that I was being too lazy. And I was! But it’s vacation, and I’m perfectly content being lazy. After complaining bitterly for a while, I sucked it up, pulled on my sneakers, and went outside to where my mom was doing some seriously disturbing warmup exercises.

As I watched her unknowingly traumatize me I wondered what the point of this was. Some of you will say that it’s good for your organism, and though I agree, I’m not particularly worried about my body. It’s fine, trust me. And then I remembered that my PE teacher had told me to sign up for track and field, so I thought, “why not start training a little early?”. And so, as I started running, my brave mom already huffing and puffing behind me, I felt a little surge pushing me forward. Motivation was sweet.

I blasted Survivor’s Eye of the Tiger out of my headphones and willed my searing legs to move forward (I’m clearly a bit out of shape). While my muscles were screaming at me to stop the insanity that I was putting them through, I reflected on the strange occurrence that is motivation.

There are all different kinds of motivation. I guess the kind that gets to me the most is motivation for the future. See, I’m a girl with a plan. I’ve had that plan ever since I was six. I will grow up, go to college and become a doctor. There have been obstacles in my way, and conquering them has just given me more motivation to succeed. Because whether my math teacher likes it or not, I will go into the scientific section of my high school. Take that you mean old witch!! Not. Crazy.

That’s motivation for the distant future, but you could also just want to get something over with to, say, go back to watching Awkward (two friends told me about it when they heard that I had started a blog, and I have become addicted. It’s bad guys). You could be motivated for yourself, or to help someone else. Anything is within your reach (except, sadly, finding a cookie the size of a football field, and… um… a couple other things) as long as you have the willpower to go out and achieve your goal.

Finally, you can have motivation because you love something so much that it alone is enough to give you that extra boost. And passion, ladies and gentleman, kangaroos and aliens, is the best motivator of all.

Having contented myself with these sort of (not really) deep thoughts I ran home and collapsed on the front lawn, where I promptly made myself swear that I would never put my body through that horror again. So much for that. But I’m not worried, motivation is not something that can simply disappear forever, I trust that it’ll be back to stalk me before too long.

Live long and prosper \V/

Yours sincerely,

The Mostly Confused Teenager.

PS: Sorry for the crappy writing tonight, I’m still reeling from that run.