First things first, I understand. I get how frustrating it is when guys call you a ‘bitch’, even though you’re actually super nice. I know how it feels when they get mad at you for making a joke out of everything. I understand how annoyed you get when boys look at you like you’re psycho.
I understand.
However, I want you to take a minute and reflect. Are you really being a bitch? Or can they just not handle you? Are your sassy remarks getting to be too much? Or are you using them as a shield so they really don’t get the chance to know you?
There’s a fine line between a ‘bitch’ and being guarded. We tend to dance on this line, never knowing what we’re going to say that is going to push us to cross it. We don’t necessarily mean to be a ‘bitch’, but we definitely do not want boys to get any closer, because Heaven forbid they actually get to know us.
I understand everyone is guarded for a different reason, maybe you were cheated on or something tragic happened in the past that you just can’t shake, but that does not give ANYONE the right to be mean or hurtful to another out of fear. We have take a moment to breathe and realize not everyone in the world is going to hurt us like before. There are genuinely good people out there, I promise. WE have to be genuinely good people, too.
You might think I’m crazy, and that’s okay, but I just want to share something with you. I almost let one of the nicest guys I have ever met walk out of my life because I was too afraid to let him in. I didn’t think he was real, and I was 100% sure he had bad intentions. Let’s face it, don’t us guarded girls always assume that everyone is out to get something from us? Like, no one’s that nice. However, I had to swallow my pride a bit and admit that I was being a complete and total brat to someone who just met me so they would hate me and I could blame it ‘not working out’ on them.
But he didn’t do that. He straight up told me I was being a ‘bitch’ and I needed to knock it off. He had been exceptionally nice to me because, shockingly, he saw through my walls and realized that wasn’t who I really was. He saw me for me--- you know, the person that I was around my family and friends. Funny, fun-loving, and a little bit weird. It was so crazy to think someone could see through everything. But, let me tell you, I needed someone to.
I needed someone to tell me I was being a brat, so I could stop. I needed someone to point out my biggest flaw, so I could change it. I needed someone to see through my shit.
Bottom line, ladies, is that I get that boys and dating and love can be scary, but I promise there are good people out there. There are people that will care about you in a million ways, and love you for you. It is okay to let people in. You don’t have to be alone or afraid of everyone and everything because it might hurt you.
Trust me, in the end, dancing with that fine line isn’t worth it. Be you, the REAL you. You’ll find the right boy.
