average skills

There comes a time in every young woman's life...

ok, maybe just in my own life. Who really knows the trials of others?

When she realizes that her life does not revolve around anyone else's. 

That her choice of whether to stay in or go out is the right choice, and if someone else is disappointed with that, it's their problem.

Does that sound horribly mean? Hopefully you'll see what I'm getting at...

I used to spend my days waiting. Waiting for the phone call, the letter, the IM, the facebook chat, the text message. 

And what good did waiting do me? Did my waiting make that boy love me more? Did my waiting make him see how special I was? How I wasn't someone he should kick to the curb so easily? Not someone to be ignored? Not someone unimportant?

I'll tell you what it did. It told him that I was someone who would wait.

For as long as it took.

Because I thought he was the greatest, and so did he.

I was taken for granted.

But now that time in my life has come... and I realize what I should have realized years ago.

No boy is worth waiting for, and the one who is won't make you wait.

Ok, so I kind of stole that from "No boy is worth your tears, and the one who is won't make you cry" which is also a true statement...

Here's to doing your own thing, and being happy about it.

p.s. I just watched a fireworks show out my front room window.