It's hard to solve a problem when you don't know WHAT the problem is.
Solve for x:
x=?????????
Hard isn't it?
It's not only math problems though. It's your own problems, your friends' problems, your family members' problems, and for some people, even the country's problems. I have always been a problem solver. Give me a problem, and I'll do anything I can to help you. I promise. But I can't do anything if you don't tell me what's wrong.
I happen to have a friend who was not being herself today. This friend (we'll call A), another friend (we'll call B), and I are usually all together--the three of us. Today, however, was much different. A was being distant from both B and I. B and I would see her in the hallway and she wouldn't make eye-contact. We'd try to start conversations and get mumbled, monosyllabic answers. I didn't want to ask what was wrong at school, so I waited until I got home. I called...no answer. I texted...no reply. I even talked to B and she said that she thought A seemed completely fine over the weekend. We're worried. We want to help her, but there's nothing we can do if she won't tell us what's wrong....
But B and I have a theory.
It's one, short, four-letter word that means all that and a bag of chips to girls all over the world:
BOYS
Oooooh...yes. Those beings that can make us feel blissfully happy or suicidal; confused, angry, frustrated, exhausted, wanted, needed, hated, used. Boys: Can't live with them, but, really, we can't live without them either, can we?
To my devoted readers, you would realize that a year ago, I had a boy problem. (If you would like to read up on it, travel back to my January/February 2010 posts.) I'm well over it now, of course, but I'm glad I went through it because it made me realize one thing: I've got time! I don't need to dumb down, dress skimpily, or pretend to be someone I'm not for a guy. Pardon the vulgarity I'm about to use, but SCREW THAT! I don't need a guy...yet. I'm 17. I. HAVE. PLENTY. OF. TIME. I need to enjoy high school without the drama. Also, I'm sure you knew, but from my experiences, about 99.99% of drama is about the opposite sex.*
*Statistic not researched, but intelligibly guessed.
If this friend's problem is about boys, I hope she comes to realize what I realized. Granted, I learned it the hard way, and she may have to as well, but I just want her to enjoy what's left of high school. It's not worth the worry.
This is also where my theory about "soul mates" comes in. Do I believe in soul mates? Yes, I do, but not in the way most people do. Let me explain:
I have a theory that God created multiple potential soul mates for each person to find; which soul mate we find, however, depends on which paths we take in life. Any little everyday choice--Should I go to the mall today or wait until tomorrow? Do I want to cook in or eat out?--as well as life-changing decisions--Do I want to go to Notre Dame or USC? (The answer on that one is obvious, though. Clearly, you want to go to Notre Dame. Stay FAR away from the SCum.)Do I take the job in Seattle or Boston?--can change which soul mate we stumble upon. These choices we make can change who we marry (no pressure there), but I think that God has a plan. There's not one person out there that God made specially for you--he made several. How else would it work that both you and your ONE soul mate have free wills and will make choices and change your minds and still happen to bump into each other? I'm counting on the fact that there are a few guys out there who would be perfect for me, but whichever one I meet depends on what choices I make. Sounds like a lot of pressure, but I'm not worried about it. "Que sera, sera. What will be, will be." Doris Day was a wise woman.
Once Friend A realizes that, I think she'll be much happier. She'll be able to carpe diem and hakunah matata. I try to do those, and I'm not too worried about what awaits me in the future. Yes, I have bad days, but I am a happy person and I want that happiness for everyone else. And I do mean EVERYONE! (Yes, you too, USC fans. May God help you.)
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