My name, i.e. my actual name, means woman. So calling myself as a wingwoman would be the most perfect description of my love life. I’m 17. A 17-year old, at least in my society, won’t have much of a love life. I mean there are exceptions of those who have found they’re other half a little bit too early.
Getting to the point, a wingwoman is a lady who is not ashamed of making her girl feel fit and not fat in front of the guys. A wingwoman is the one who is ready to sacrifice her crush ( eww, grade 5 language) for her girl.
Yes, the cute-good looking-boy (I cringe at the usage of the word – crush, so let’s keep it that way) finds another girl cute, who happens to be my friend. So as the wingwoman, what do you do? Give up the man for her. Oh the teenage dramas! “You like her but I like you. My life is so sad and boring. But your presence will brighten my day…” and blah blah blah.
Look, this doesn’t even bother me the least. So why write an entire post about it? Because I’m proud of calling myself a wingwoman. I’m so excited and happy for my friend that she is found to be cute by the cute-good looking-boy (and that doesn’t sound right, but anyways). She’s cute. He’s hot. And both of that together gives you? OTP – one true pair.
I carry out my duty faithfully and inform her of this secret admirer and the excitement in her voice pasted a smile on my face ever since the news was delivered. This makes me happy. The fact that cute-good looking-boy doesn’t like me in that way is not what matters. It’s the friendships which do not break your heart like romance that matters the most.
Teenage is a phase where one discovers the truth about themselves. And this is not even completely accomplished. But it’s the start. And one thing I found out is that happiness is contagious. A happy soul spreads its positivity to others. And this is just a small instance of this fact.
Fact, I say, because it’s the truth that people deny about. They are not ready to accept the happiness of others because in this 21st century, you are taught to love yourself and tjenthe others. But I strongly believe that you come last and the others first. We are living in this world together and if we don’t take care of each other, who will?
Wow. A post about the perks of being a wingwoman can sure divert you from the topic. Lastly, be the wingwoman in others life and let them be yours eventually. Every act of kindness with grace will be rewarded.