The Great Hormone Feud
My hormones and I are currently not in a speaking relationship. Yes, you read correctly. I am pissed off at my hormones. What makes them think they can control me and my behavior? Just because they DO on a regular basis doesn’t mean they should make a habit of it.
Case in point: This really good-looking Swedish guy I know. The minute I looked at him on the first day of acting class - BAM! My eyes dilate, my cheeks blush, the whole deal. I didn’t even freaking know the guy! But did my hormones care? Nooooo. So began a crush that has lasted over a month. The chase was on, without my hormones even letting my brain give some input.
Now, I’m not saying this guy isn’t nice. He’s actually really charming - and did I mention gorgeous? But it’s taken me all this time to finally break through the hormonal fog and make myself admit he’s not really the guy for me. I sincerely doubt he’s into me, first and most importantly, and he drinks and parties a lot, and while I have absolutely nothing against that, I’d end up getting left out a lot because I can’t drink - I’m on seizure medication. Plus he’s into hip-hop and stuff, which, unfortunately I’m really much too white to enjoy - the first time we hung out we went to ‘Step It Up 2′, a movie I had only looked upon with complete disdain previous to meeting him. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn’t bad - but that’s not the point! And he has a LOT of girl friends he’s always around, and while I truly honestly TRY not to be the jealous type, I just know that if we did start dating I’d always be wondering.
So, I’ve wasted a month’s obsessing over a guy who in the end didn’t really cut it (and I, to be fair, interest him even less, I’m sure), and all because of my stupid hormones. Oh well, I can still appreciate him for his good looks, anyway - my hormones and I are working on a reconciliation. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!
