Hello everyone! Welcome to the world of JustAnotherGirl! I am one of the teeming millions out there who are trying to identify themselves in a world where each of us claims to be unique! Me, like everyone, I am also unique!
Blogs are interesting either when they are written by celebs or when they are written by people with dramatic lives! If that is what you are hoping to find here, you’d be greatly disappointed. Even I have no idea what I am going to write about here, so I’ll just let words flow!
Soon to be 17, my life looks perfect, and it almost is! I am the girl who excels academically, a good orator, a fine artist, an okay dancer (but an awful singer!). I am the girl who has loads of friends, is popular, loved by teachers, and a girl with an amazing family. Of course, I am also the girl who everyone thinks arrogant at first sight! Is it instilled in my looks, or am I really high headed with people I am not friends with?
But does my golden life mean, there is no hue of grays in my world? It sure does not. The gold, the silver, thegrays, the black, they never leave each other’s hands. With the perfect life of an ordinary girl comes expectations, with expectations comes pressure, and with pressure comes stress. No, I’m not depressed, I just have my lows. Yes, I have always come first for the past 6 years or so. But no one realizes what I feel when they say, “Of course you’ll do well!” My “I have not prepared well this time” are always met with a, “yeah, right!” Every time I’m taking an exam I’m worrying about the What-Ifs, “what if I screw up?”, “what will people say then?”
You’ll tell me that it does not matter if I do not score as well once, you’ll tell me to not to worry about what other people say, you’ll tell me that I should only worry about giving my best, but I already know that. It’s always easier said than done.
Do you know the feeling of coming second in board examinations in your school, and fourth in town, and people saying, “I expected more of you!”? I do. It hurts. That time people do not think that I did my best. When I top, they say, “What’s new?!” when I don’t they say, “What! You are really getting distracted!” Whatever it is, I can’t make them happy.
But what makes me take it all in my stride is knowing that my parents will never be one of those “them”, knowing that no matter how well or terribly I do, my parents will always be proud of me! That makes the bitterness go away. Now, I’m only waiting for the day that would suffice to make the What-Ifs go away!
Do you have a solution? Do let me know!
Although wailing, yet with a smile,
Yours lighter-after-sharing,
JustAnotherGirl!
