While the term f*ckboy may only be known to womenkind and some enlightened males, this description of a certain kind of guy has “graced” our planet and now makes judging one heck of a lot easier. Turning once more to the world wide web and its sheer endless knowledge, I quickly figured out that the term f*ckboy/ fu*ck boy/ f*ck-boy describes more than a single persona. The behaviorism I personally associate with this word however, is the leading on of girls for hookups. The before mentioned specimen doesn’t want to deal with relationships but wants the physical benefits of one and thinks exclusively of himself and is therefore very egocentric.
Lately I’ve been overwhelmed with the feeling of physical and mental exhaustion. Paired with the fear of failure, this makes for a rather unpleasant cocktail of emotions, one of them being anxiety, which seems to haunt me more or less. I know that comparison is the thief of all joy but I am wired that way and sort of blame our society (along with myself) for making me believe that this tauntingly obnoxious ridicule is the norm.
It is statistically proven that teen stress rivals that of adults. My, our generation is facing a new level of stress due to different factors, but what is almost more worrying than this fact is that most teenagers underestimate the stress and what it does to their physical and mental health.
I started biting my fingernails in first grade because my already chubby fingers had to be made more disturbing to look at. It’s not like I didn’t want to stop, I just couldn’t. The biting happened sort of unconsciously (that’s a no brainer) without me making the decision but I eventually was able to reduce the biting to a minimum and only ever disrupted my nails and their appearance when I got stressed. Truthfully though, with exams every other week it was sort of a constant state, even if not as bad as in the beginning. As you may know, or not know, I was an exchange student in the US for a year and well, things changed.
Growing up is a trap they say.
But what if it’s the solution to the problem? When am I able to consider myself grown up? I’ve most likely reached my final height and yet adulthood is nothing I can see within my reach, right? Some grow up faster than others because of things they survived because of loss they surrendered. Do I want to grow up?
As a student I don’t count in actual years, I count in school years. Non the less I enjoy the fireworks and happy celebrations but it just doesn’t indicates the end of the year for me. Just because I don’t see it as the start/end and therefore a new beginning doesn’t mean we (students) don’t set goals for the upcoming year. For those saying every new year will be the best and healthiest year yet I can see 50% of you stuffing themselves with cookies and cake on the 1st of January. (No judging cookies equal life.) We just have to make sure we are in the other 50 per cent.
Changing, moving, going away. Are often words that make you understand what bittersweet means. They are by no means indicators of evil but letting go and shifting away from the past isn’t an easy act. I know some people won’t admit it, yet leaving behind what formed and created you is always hard. No matter how much you enjoy facing what may come, there is still the backdrop of your life known as the past.
Some people may consider Madonna and her music a religion. And I see the point of these people because this woman practically solemnly swears to surrender every century whatever may come. She is to this date the queen of pop and because I am having a kind of old school Madonna phase, which lasts longer than 4 minutes, (many more of these song related puns to come) I thought about her fame and probably dug deep enough to make this post about religion, feminism and God beware peoples taste in music.
A big part in life I think is: trying new things. Wether it’s a dish you’ve never eaten before or some kind of sports you have always looked at anxiously. It is not important how much you step out of your comfort zone, it can be something you just always wanted to try, what matters is that you stay open minded. Because that is what it’s all about. Human beings tend to lock themselves in. They just wander through their routines day after day without not noticing that it is not the little bump itself in the road of life which throws them off but the straying from their routine.
If only school uniforms would look like that, I might never change again…