I've been neglecting this site for a while now, but after being reminded by several close friends about the impact The Broke College Girl has had on them, I decided to start it back up.
This summer has been pretty crazy. So many cool things have been going on in my life, but that is information for another post at a later time. This post will be dedicated to a subject I know too well: boys. Boys, and how they somehow manage to unknowingly break our hearts.
I walked into the elevator at my apartment complex, and the only other passenger was a pretty girl that looked like she had just gotten home from a night of drinking. It was a Tuesday, so I'm going to guess she was either at a dollar beer night, or at a Greek life mixer. Regardless of what her plans were at the beginning of the night, I'm positive that she did not expect to be in this elevator with me, a complete stranger, at such an early time (it was about 12:00 A.M, let's be real, that's early when you're in college), with tears running down her face and her heels in her hands. I'm positive that she was expecting a happy night out with friends in the middle of the week, to celebrate the fact that she somehow managed to get all of her classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and that it's still early enough into the semester to have hope of all A's.
But, that wasn't how her night ended.
I felt bad seeing her like that. She was a mess, and she was alone. Not one of her friends was there to console her. So, I did what I thought would be best, and asked her if she was ok. "I'll be ok" she said. Having been there one too many times, I simply asked "boy problems?" She replied with a silent nod. At that moment, I understood why the makeup she spent 30 minutes on was running down her face. But, the elevator doors opened at my floor, and I only had time to remind her that she is too beautiful to be treated badly, and that no boy is worth the hurt and the tears.
Then, I got to thinking. I don't want to be that girl in the elevator. I don't want to come home crying after a night out because the boy I like was too childish to come through. I don't want to hold my heels in my hand, with tears running down my face, because a guy decided I wasn't worth his time anymore.
Our generation has become accustomed to hiding. Texting makes it so easy to ignore people. Social media allows for less face-to-face contact. It's so much easier to lie, to deceive, and to portray ourselves in a certain light while online. I think we've all forgotten what it's like to be honest and upfront with people. And, I think that's what's wrong with the world. It's what's especially wrong with relationships.
A friend once told me "the more honest you are, the more you can get away with", and I completely agree. If only boys (hey, this actually goes for girls too), would have the decency to tell you upfront what they're looking for. If only boys had the courage to tell you whether or not they can see themselves pursuing a relationship with you after you've been in constant communication/flirtation for weeks. If only people could be more honest with their feelings and intentions.
Life, love, and relationships would be so much easier if everyone was simply honest with each other. It's not that hard to tell someone, "hey, you know, I'm really not that into you" BEFORE you lead them on for weeks and make them fall for you. That overly attached girl/boy? That problem would have been solved by now if only you had the guts to tell them that you don't like them the way they like you at the very beginning. I don't understand why so many people beat around the bush, and why so many others allow themselves to be played. If you don't like someone, tell them. If you're still talking to them only because you like the attention, not because you plan on pursuing anything serious, tell them. It'll save both parties so much time, tears, and heartbreak.
Sure, after someone is honest with you about their lack of interest it'll suck, but think about how much more time you'll have to find someone more worthy of your time. Or even better, how much time you'll have to find yourself (which is a hell of a lot better than those jerk-off boys you allow to break your heart.)
We all just need to swallow our pride, and be honest. It's not fun to be trapped in a web of lies. It's even worse when all of those lies come to light, and you realize the hard way that they were all disguised by vague text messages and snapchats.
Let's just tell the truth, and be real with each other. Remember: not only are you fooling the other person, you're also fooling yourself.
-TBCG