Be Anything, But Don't Be A Wannabe
Let
me be honest with you.
I
wasn’t always the person I am now.
I
wasn’t the girl with the sardonic, sceptical sense of humour. I wasn’t always
the girl who took a long time to decide who was right and who was wrong. I
wasn’t always the outspoken
“I-don’t-like-the-way-you’re-treating-me-and-I-think-we-should-discuss-as-to-what’s-going-on”
character either. I wasn’t a girl who always chose her friends carefully
because she feared that some of them might only like her for getting their
profits and not because they enjoyed her company.
I
was someone who was oh-so-nice.
Correction:
I was someone who was oh-so-naïve.
***
It
happens, you know.
The
will to be a part of the IT crowd, the desire to be loved and the desire to be
popular – who wouldn’t want anything like that?
If
anyone’s reading this, don’t you ever deny the fact you ever had the urge, the
desire, the yearning to be something more than ‘ordinary’.
It
happens to everyone! Every single person in this world has a wild desire to be
looked upon, to have company that’s so renowned in the societal circles for being
oh-so-smart or for being oh-so-beautiful or for being oh-so-mischievous!
Every
single person in this world, deep down, has a wild desire to fit in, to belong somewhere.
It’s
not something bad, to be frank. People are creatures who, after their basic
necessities (food, clothing, shelter, luxury and blah, blah, blah), need company.
They
need each other, for mental lightness, support and sanity.
At
one point there’s your family, a brood of people with whom you only share your
genes with. They are the people who are always
with you, no matter what happens.
So
no matter how much you fight over property and no matter how jealous you are of
each other’s wealth and fame, you’re always stuck
with each other.
But
there are some people, aside from family, that make our lives worth living.
Friends.
A
friend is always a person on whom you can always rely on. A friend is a person
with whom you share your innermost thoughts and your innermost frustrations. A
friend is someone who will tell you the ground reality and not paint a
sugar-coated, unicorns-and-all-things-nauseatingly-happy for you.
(Okay,
no offence to unicorns because I desperately believe that they exists)
And
no matter how much you deny it, every single person out there needs a friend.
***
The
tricky thing about friends is that you cannot get them easily.
There
is a wide variety of friends who you will have to come across.
There
are friends who you know, right away, are right for you. There are friends who
are unfeeling and cold at first – then, they show you their warmth and their
readiness to embrace you in their arms. There are also friends, who are closest
to you for a while, but then they leave (thanks to the distance barriers!).
And
there are those kinds of friends.
You
know, who are perfectly all right on the surface.
Correction:
who are absolutely perfect on the surface and they emanate this aura of fame,
glamour and exclusiveness which seems really addictive on the first glance.
Because
of this, you end up really liking them.
Whatever
they do – be it throw a banana peel in the dustbin or even spit on the ground –
attracts you.
They are alluring, attractive and they are so perfect.
You
feel like you could kill to be a part
of that crowd.
That
wish, that desire, that desperation… it becomes so strong that you end up doing
whatever they want in order to “include you” in their oh-so-exclusive clique.
You
start dressing like them. You start using the same gestures they use. You start
speaking like them. And finally, just to complete the transformation, you start
thinking as narrow-mindedly as they do.
Hell,
you end up having a freaking personality transplant!
I
know, it sounds so wrong and sounds so weak and it sounds so nasty, but it’s
true and it happens to everybody.
It
happened to me too, back when I was thirteen.
Thirteen
wasn’t one of the best years of my life, to be utterly blunt.
Two
of my best friends had changed schools and I was left with friends who were
clearly not interested in me as a person and were too interested exploring things
that they deemed as cool.
To
my face, they were nice.
But
behind my back, they thought I was ‘immature' and I wasn't really 'worthy' to be a part of their oh-so-exclusive clique.
(I
never knew that disobeying, lying to your parents, keeping boyfriends/girlfriends
and experimenting with wrong things was being mature. Darn, I really was a child. Tut tut)
Of
course, me being the idiot that I was, I was still nice to them.
They
were treating me like a freaking pup or a lion from a circus and I was totally
fine with that.
Because
I craved company like anybody else did.
I'm not trying to paint myself as a saint. I'm painting myself as the fool who valued to be a part of a crowd than her own dignity.
If there's anything that I refuse to do now, is to lower my dignity just to make friends or just to live hassle-free. If there's anything that I'll teach my younger cousins to do: it's to be dignified and not a wannabe.
Somehow, I am glad about the fact that I didn’t do anything drastic like say, a personality
transplant.
But,
I’m really ashamed of myself for the fact that I put up with their fakeness,
their shallowness and how they treated me.
Am
I still in touch with them?
That
would be a big N-O.
Hell,
I don’t even remember some of their names, let alone their birthdates.
***
So,
the whole point of this meandering, confusing, befuddling, post is:
Do
anything, but don’t be a wannabe.
Don’t
ever start pretending to be somebody that you’ve never been.
Don’t
lose yourself in the process of getting friends.
I’m
not saying it because it’s a ‘wrong’ thing to the other person. I’m saying this
because it’s a wrong thing to you, your mental health on the whole.
Embrace
yourself and accept who you are. Don’t go for people who refuse to accept you
for the way you are and who are only interested in you because they want ‘lackeys’.
Such
people are the epitome of narcissism, even more than the Greek dude Narcissus
himself!
They
are deeply insecure, troubled beings who revel in making others squirm because
it helps them feel better. They don't care about the anguish that you go through in order to fit in to their whims and fancies!
Don’t
surround yourself with such morons.
Be
real and you will end up with real friends – friends who love you, friends who
care for you and the friends who will make you grow better as a person!
Stay
awesome as ever,
Much
love,
Archie
Love your insight! You are very wise :)
ReplyDeleteHi Brenna,
DeleteFirst of all: I loved your Creative Blogger Award facts!
Second of all: I'm not that wise. I'm just really lucky to know the harsh truth at such an early age! :)
Stay awesome as ever,
Much love,
Archie <3
I went through what you did when I was like 14. But then one day after my friend sat me down and explained things to me I realized that what i was doing is completely stupid.
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't matter how many friends you have and it really doesn't matter if you're part of the popular gang or not. All that does matter is those few friends that you do have are real and accept you for what you are.
Love this post!
-Kathie K
A Sea Change
It's great that you had your friend tell you the harsh truth. I'm telling you, the friend who told you the truth is a true friend, indeed.
DeleteThanks so much, Kathie! <3
Stay awesome as ever,
Much love,
Archie <3
You are so right! I wish I could show this to my insecure 13-year-old self who longed to make friends in secondary school, no matter how they treated her. I loved this blog post :D
ReplyDeleteLucy <3
Thank you so much, Lucy! I guess I was not the only insecure 13-year-old!
DeleteBut it's good that you've embraced your uniqueness! <3
Stay awesome as ever,
Much love,
Archie <3
You're like Yoda. Which is a totally strange and probably unnecessary thing to say but you speak so much truth in this post. I remember when I first started high school and wanted to be so nice to everyone because I needed to be liked back. I needed some sort of belonging even if I knew it wasn't real. I call it the chewing gum effect. Stretching yourself, manipulating the things that make you you to reach the IT crowd, or any crowd that you know you don't fit in to. Eventually you snap and shrink back, slightly broken but knowledgeable. Eventually you realise that you were never mean't to be one of them. It's hard though, staying true to yourself when it feels like you're just so different to everyone else. I think I'm learning to accept it. Posts like these really make me think about the person I am. It's a weird but great feeling when writing can do that.
ReplyDeleteWHAT?! I'm like Yoda?
Delete(Seriously laughing out loud right now)
Thank you so much, Star Girl!
Stay awesome as ever,
Much love,
Archie <3
I can't tell you how much I relate to this post. I've been through this phase too. Where I forgot my principles, forgot who I was, just so I could be a part of the "in-crowd". I'm ashamed of what I did, but I don't regret it. I'm kinda happy I learnt my lesson THIS early in life. You should feel lucky too. I'm glad there are some wise teenagers out there like you! :D
ReplyDeleteHi Saee,
DeleteI know, I feel really fortunate about my life. A lot.
Stay awesome as ever,
Much love,
Archie <3
Yes, maturity, wisdom and the ability to articulate life, understand the various shades of emotions is not given to everyone, especially not at such an early age. :))
DeleteIam!! Thank you so much! <3 <3
DeleteStay awesome as ever,
Much love,
Archie <3
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ReplyDeleteThank you, Carolina!
ReplyDeleteStay awesome as ever,
Much love,
Archie <3
The hardest thing in life is finding people that understand you, but when you do it's always worth the trouble.
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Ah, Avy. Truer words have never been spoken!
DeleteStay awesome as ever,
Much love,
Archie <3