Just For Kicks is a weekly meme held by me, The Authoress, that lets us share whatever random thing we want—whether it's book related or not is up to you.
#8 – Boys
"Girls are like apples...the best ones are at the top of the trees. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think there is something wrong with them, when, in reality, they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree..."
I of all people am willing to agree with the rather commonly known fact that yes, boys are a strange race that must be studied carefully and with meticulous scientific certainty to whether or not they are safe to approach. But first, let me make it clear that (a) I have never had a boyfriend and (b) I will not spend the entirety of this post explaining my various insecurities about why "A" is actually true.
It is universally known that mysterious boys often veil a line of frustrated and overly stimulated girls. What are they feeling? Are they really complex creatures after all? If their minds are so one-tracked, those signals can't mean anything, right? Are they all just out to get some?
So those are the more broad questions that most girls, I think, can identify with. I want to talk briefly about my own specific problem and how and why it is referred to as my Pride & Prejudice predicament.
I have two friends. Both of which are big Pride & Prejudice fans. Both fit the role of Jane Bennett remarkably well and so their respective love interests are dubbed "Mr. Bingley". Somehow I get labeled as Elizabeth Bennett because I, by unanimous vote, am the most skeptical about romance. So therefore, I must have a Mr. Darcy, yes?
Unfortunately, I cannot challenge their claim that (a) I am skeptical about romance and (b) I happen to have a Mr. Darcy relationship building.
See, there's a guy that I hated all of my sophomore year. I would fume every single day when I came home because he annoyed me just that much. Then junior year came and I actually had a class with him. Suddenly, I had to admit that he'd matured just a teensy, tiny bit over the summer and he was really clever so yeah, I stopped hating him…grudgingly.
God. Then second half of junior year rolled around and I started becoming annoyingly aware of him. Please try to imagine my frustration as these feelings unfolded. By April, I was forced to admit that I like this guy.
Oh, the horrors.
Perhaps you see the Pride & Prejudice resemblance. Now if it turns out that he's liked me since sophomore year…wow. Well, I wouldn't know what I'd do. I think I'd just keel over from the shock of it.
It's senior year now and nothing's happened. AND YET! I see these "signs" that make me go, "Oh wow. That might appear to be very obvious." I feel like I'm going to look back on it and feel like an idiot for not catching onto it. Especially if something happens at the end of senior year and we can't do anything because we're going off to college.
I don't know what to do about this potential Mr. Darcy. Like Darcy to Elizabeth, he seems to bring out the worst in me and yet there's that underlying attraction. And I believe, unlike Darcy and Elizabeth, there are numerous conflicting instances with my Darcy. He never seeks me out, for example. We never text, only ever talk when there's a shared friend among us. Never offers me rides, though he lives close by. Shy? Unsure? Or am I just scaring him off?
What's your boy troubles?