Thursday, 16 January 2014

On Being A Girl

In my experience (which is why although some of the things I write about may apply to boys as well I can only speak from a girl's point of view), being a girl can be both bloody great and bloody hard. I know that might be a strange thing to say, but sometimes I think about it and come to the conclusion that it might be so much easier to be a boy.

But of course I have never been a boy, and consequently I can't know that it would be easier. In fact, I have no doubt being a boy can also be both bloody great and bloody hard in different ways. Sometimes, in the nicest possible way, I just want my brain to shut up. I find myself thinking and thinking and thinking and it does. not. stop. It's infuriating. 

Today, in a free period Josie and I were sitting and talking about the future and university and the scary world of adulthood. A boy called Hugo came and sat with us, heard what we were talking about, and after a couple of minutes of listening suddenly came out with "the first thing I thought when I woke up this morning was how much I love pomegranates, so I went downstairs and ate some, they're amazing". We couldn't stop ourselves from bursting out into laughter at the contrast in our thought-tracks. I don't mean to imply that Hugo isn't capable of thinking about the future, just how funny I thought it was that he somehow managed to reduce it all to pomegranates. Honestly, the way he went on about them was as if he were a walking advert. 

To be honest, I don't really think this is about being a girl. I think it's more surrounded by the pressures of growing up. But onwards and upwards I guess. I know it's just been one of those weeks and I've gone into this one feeling much happier than I did last week. I suppose that's the first week back after a lovely three-week holiday for you. I also happen to think it's the January blues. I hope your Januarys are much happier than they're typically known for being!
 

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