DIFFICULT WOMEN: MAY WE TRY NOT TO BE THEM OR GIVE BIRTH TO THEM

When I hit 20, I realized that not all women want the best for you. In fact, many women you encounter in life, want the worst for you. I had known this when I was younger, but I always thought that once I was an adult, people were more mature and nicer. In fact in elementary school I thought this about middle school, then about high school and then about college. Truth is, people just get worse, especially because they are older and smarter.  What was once a "you're a fart face, go eat lunch with the nerds ", turns into "you simply cannot sit here due to your stench and low income, please take your lunch break in your car alone". 

A common misconception about these females, is that they go away at a certain age, or that they become less rude. While every case is different, I have dealt with difficult women throughout my small lifetime. Every case was different, but they became more hurtful over time. I am going to go through five different scenarios with these women, using personal experiences while I was growing up. 

5 YEARS OLD: 

 

Note: My sister Laura is an angel, probably one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet. She is caring, thoughtful, loving and kind. Without her, my life would not be complete. However, this story is about her alter ego, younger Laura, my arch nemesis. 

I am the youngest of five siblings and the closest in age to me is my sister Laura. Growing up, we shared everything and nothing. What I mean by that is I shared most things and she "shared" some. An example of this confusing sharing process that I am not sure she understood, was when we shared a room. The room had a door, a bed, a closet and a large window. Laura decided that to "share" the room, she would tie a string across half of it and split it up. The half she got had the door, the bed, and the closet, while I had the window and some carpet. This is sharing with Laura. When we did performances for my mom and dog, we "shared" the stage. When we got Christmas presents, we "shared" them. While she loved me more than probably anyone in the world, she was still very difficult in a living environment. Laura was probably the first female in my life, that I had a difficult time getting along with. 

10 YEARS OLD:

In fifth grade, I sucked at math. I had to stay after school and go over my tests with the TA in my class because I was that bad. Almost every problem was a challenge to me and caused long sessions with my teacher and TA learning what my other classmates seemed to understand. One day after school a girl in my class asked why I always had to stay late with the TA. I explained I was having trouble with the math tests and needed to go over the material. To that she laughed, told me how well she was doing in math, and that the kid behind me doesn't even have to see the TA. And just to clarify, the kid behind me ate his boogers and glued stuff to his face, the kid wasn't entirely going places. While the comments seem stupid now, at the time I remember being really hurt. 

15 YEARS OLD:

When I was fifteen, I had become really close with one of my teachers. She was tough, but I really respected her and wanted to make her proud with my work. While at one point she really liked me, as I grew older she became less of a fan. Her comments were always very honest, but one really stuck with me at that age. She said, "Amy you are like a plateau, you never get any worse or any better". 

20 YEARS OLD:

I've really only been twenty for a couple of months now, but nevertheless I have still dealt with difficult women. Only a little bit ago I had a woman of significance in my life tell me that I am not a role model or leader in life. This woman had not known me more than maybe a couple months, but still felt the need to remind me of my leadership capabilities. 

Minus my silly sister and the snotty little girl from fifth grade, these women had a significant impact on my life. Neither of the women knew me all that well, but still felt the need for pointless hurtful comments. Women sometimes tear each other down, because of the insecurities they have in their own lives. The comments really never go away completely, as you can see they can follow you around your whole life. But I would encourage you to not let them get to you. Everyone gets hurt sometimes, and everyone has hurt someone else. In fact after my teacher told me that, I punched her in the face. Just kidding, but I thought about it! 

Difficult women are all of us. We all can be difficult in someone else's eyes. Be more aware of your actions, be kinder, and when hurt from a woman try to brush it off and love them anyway.