Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Of Acquiring Dignity and Bollywood's Healing Powers


Today I spent a lot of time thinking. Which is weird, because I do not do that a lot. But I was thinking about boys.
Many people think that girls who think about boys are shallow. I find that not to be true. It’s when the girl in question stops thinking about anything else when she becomes idiotic. Otherwise, she’s fine. Unless she liked a certain Poopiehead. For three years. Roughly. Then she is an idiot. Now she can’t even watch the old Bollywood movies she used to watch with so much love because they’re always about best friends falling in love and she used to be good friends, okay, not best friends, but really good friends with Poopiehead and she was almost going to be even closer but the two IDIOTS BIG FREAKING IDIOTS ruined any chances of that happening, and now every time those movies come up and other cute ones (Kuch Kuch Hota Hain, Ishq Vishq, Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na, Kal Ho Naa Ho (but that one is pretty self-explanatoryily cry-generating)) she bursts into tears because she feels like she is a major fail and he doesn’t even know the effect he had on her.
Anyway, so today I was thinking, and I was realizing that if I was this hypothetical sad excuse for a girl, I would move on because obviously, Poopiehead’s not EXACTLY what she thought he was. He’s also very self-centered and worries too much about what other people think about him. But otherwise, he’s nice. And he cares about what this girl thinks. And he listens to her. And he understands her even when she can’t explain. And he has a smile that can light up her entire day. And then she goes around grinning like an idiot, walking into pillars and poles strategically placed around her school campus for lovesick teenage IDIOTS such as herself.
But now she has to think about herself.
So, blog-readers, this is the last time Queen will allow herself to think about Poopiehead. Because from now on, he is ancient history.

Queen

P.S: Giggles stop being so suicidal. Monkey is an idiot and he does NOT deserve you. He NEVER did. I always thought so. But I never said that. Because you say that sort of stuff to your friends when they realize the guy they once thought was so awesome is just a CLEAN, OVER-CONFIDENT,  ADMITTEDLY HANDSOME JACKASS. 
I am cyber-hugging you now :)

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