Arrgh. I swear, like I didn’t have enough shit messing with my mind right now, a thread is actually making me feel like shit too. [I really don’t need to get any more shit about having large breasts. It’s not my fault, and it gets me nowhere in the advantage dept.] Sometimes I wonder if I was the same proportions, only smaller in stature, that I wouldn’t have as much problems with guys in general. I’m somewhere between 5’9" and 5’10" with a nice figure IMO, just that it’s a larger frame than usual. Yes, guys do hit on me, but most of them are obviously out to get in my pants, and I’m kinda sick of it. The few guys I really get crushes on, etc. either don’t seem to like me, are too shy, or I can’t seem to be able to talk to them calmly enough to be able to tell them I like them. There are other issues, like things having to do with my reproductive system that I keep questioning and still have yet to have checked out. These things tend to make me feel inadequate as a woman, because I’m afraid it might mean I’m sterile or something. I try to help out friends with relationships, etc. and when I can’t find a feasible solution they’ll actually go with, I feel like I failed them, and I always seem to second guess myself in certain situations, especially in things like trying to ask a guy out. I loathe having to go to high school where being different isn’t a good thing. At least for some reason, everyone likes me, and I end up getting little groupies that annoy me sometimes, and I hate to have to tell them that I don’t want anything to do with them. [This was a long rant, and didn’t really take into much of what’s going on just because I’m not sure I want the world to know about all my little issues.]
I just don’t see eye-to-eye with you on this.
Maybe because my gaze is a little lower …
::flees::
I feel for you. Making that tranistion to adulthood is a tough road for everyone to some degree, and the older posters can empathize with you. Just remember that high school is temporary, college is the time when you will blossom and come into your own. Don’t worry too much about friendships now. In five years, you will have grown apart from the friends you have now, and you will have a whole new set of friends, so view this time as a laboratory to learn about yourself.
Teenage boys are clods. They are walking hormones who who are too unstable for serious relationships. Enjoy them, but don’t worry about getting serious with anyone until you’re 25, by which time the hormone fires will have abated and the boys will have finished grad school by then, and will, one hopes, be able to relate to you as a person, rather than something to do.
Go to a gynecologist who can answer your questions about your reproductive system. Get informed about sexual health and don’t be shy about getting information you need.
Take math and science classes now. You will thank me later.
thanks for the advice goboy. I’m fine during the year, it’s just that for some reason, most of my friends that I confide in and chill with go off to wherever during the summer, and my problems and little things start to build up due to lack of being able to discuss them. As for the gynecological visit, I’m in the process of trying to get that squared away, but a lot of things have come up lately that have postponed that.
Milossarian, if you had said that to me in person right now, I’d rip your nuts off and make you eat them.
I think I know what you’re going through. I went through a really hard time in the tenth grade when I started doubting all sorts of things, like friendships and my own abilities, etc. With time I eventually grew out of it, all the better of a person. It’s hard, and might last a long time or a short time, but either way you will make it through. Just don’t doubt yourself. When you give up all belief in yourself, you won’t be able to help your friends.
Ouch…all this thinking is making my head hurt.
Thanks so much for the vote of confidence goboy :rollseyes: We’re not ALL swimming in pools of testosterone. Nor are we too unstable for serious relationships. As for getting serious, she can do so any time she wants. She just has to find the right man. He could be 18.
Iampunha, you’re one of the coolest guys here, so I’ll definitely allow exceptions to my blanket generalization :). However, I have the advantage of having been a teenage boy once, and I know firsthand the effects of testosterone on a healthy boy’s mind.
Oh sure, go ahead and try to apologize now . . . but I am a teenage male (not a boy, though). And I continue to know and experience the effects of testosterone on my brain.
And I won’t not be a teenage male-type person until october of 2001. Sp 
Uh-huh, iampunha’s the exception to the rule. Ha! Yeah right. That boy’s swimming in enough testosterone to fill an olympic sized pool. Sorry man, but I calls’em as I sees’em.
ssskuggiii- Being different is good, your classmates just don’t know it yet. Pretty soon they’ll grow up, and realize how valuable you are. Then you’ll have to beat them off with a stick.
ssskuggiii,
God, how can I put this so it has any meaning? Let’s see. I was exactly where you are when I was in high school. I hated it except for some really good friends. I was different and that’s scary to people who can’t conjure up enough individuality to produce an original idea. Don’t let it get to you. Some of these people will change. Most won’t.
That’s okay…because you’re not like them. Lucky you.
And don’t think that it will get easier. There will always be people who want to make you feel stupid because you have your own thoughts, opinions and desires. That is sad, I know.
Here is the good news. The day you look at yourself and decide that the ONLY person important enough to have an impact on your actions is YOU, then you will be able to understand what a lot of people don’t get. It just doesn’t matter deep down how people see you. What’s that old quote? ‘To thine own self be true?’ Yeah…be who you are and let everyone else worry about themselves.
If you stay true to yourself and be good to yourself, people will see you as a consistant and noble spirit. You will be surprised how much respect that inspires…but the ironic part is that by that time you won’t care. Possibly…probably, people see you that way already. You just don’t know it.
Take this rant as the positive and supportive hug it is meant to be. You’ve already discovered something about yourself. You’re unique. Rejoice in it.
Take care of you,
struuter
After “talking/flirting” with you, I know you as an intellctually beautiful woman, and now that you tell me you are 5’9 or 5’10, I am even more attracted to you. Just don’t listen to anything anyone has to say but me. 
I’m not trying to get into your pants, but I do like to surround myself with beautiful people, intellectual or physical.
My 2 cents anyway.
Head up sweatheart, ChrisP loves ya.
That I act one way on the SDMB does not mean I would have the balls to say 1/10 of what I’ve said IRL (on here). Those of you who know me know there’s lots I’ll say on here but wouldn’t dream of saying to anyone I know IRL.
Anyway, enough hijack. Tasha, at least 6 out of every ten people in high school are either morons or too stupid to realize they’re morons. Most grow out of this phase. Those who don’t . . . well, you’ve met some of them on here. They’re trolls 
I’ll say one thing, taller women were always a head turner for me. I always hated bending down for a hug or whatnot.
Imp, the fact that you cover it up makes you no less testosterone-based. Hell, I cover it up too.
Well, at least you have that charming personality to fall back on…
KIDDING! I was KIDDING!! ::Holds hands over genitalia::
Look, skugi: Speaking as someone who was beaten up so badly in Junior High that I had fantasies drift through my head about ways I would kill all of them (Columbine, anyone?) I can promise you that things get better all the way around.
Here’s something to put it all perspective: As much as I don’t like to use TV as an example for anything, the only character I recall on a recurring TV show who thought the best time of their lives was High School was a shoe salesman who hated everything around him.
If you ever want to talk to someone whose been through it, and made it, feel free to get in touch with me.
Yer pal,
Satan
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Oh, dude, welcome to the club here :)
Only I got it in high school a bit worse than grade school . . . still, though, not fun shit. College, so long as you surround yourself with the right people, is SO much nicer
I did a lot better in high school once I realized that I wasn’t normal and that I’m never gonna be normal.
Not only that, but Satan is not an unattractive person by any stretch of the imagination. It’s funny how in high school, different automatically equals ugly. Hell, in high school and junior high, people thought I was ugly–I’d imagine that you and I have rather similar body types, too. I think you can look at my picture and figure out that I’m not ugly. I might not be a supermodel, but I’m certainly no dog. But I was different, and that made me a target.
When you get to college, it’ll all be better. Trust me. Most decent people stop being superficial, and start to realize that the kind of person they will want to be with will have INNER beauty, because that’s the kind that lasts. And if you’re not a cookie-cutter cutie, even better. You don’t want to look at a perfect face forever–it gets boring.
So don’t worry. It’ll all even out in the end. Just keep being you.
Yeah, what she said.
I have to echo DB’s sentiment here . . . what makes people cool, in my eyes, is how they’re different. What attracts me to people are their imperfections, not their perfections. That’s one reason I don’t much like looking at models . . . other than the fact that most of them are rail-thin, they don’t seem to have any physical quirks. Nothing that makes them special. OTOH, most of the dopers I’ve seen have have cool physical and mental quirks