Lads, versus “The Lads”

Well there are guys, men, males, boys, bastards… I call them lads. And there are friends, I call them the lads. There can be confusion regarding my definition because sometimes one of the lads turns out not to be, he turns out to be just another guy. Sometimes a lad can join the group of the lads.

It’s nothing official though, but it is quite select. The group varies depending on who you are with. The lads are the guys I’ll call up to ask if they’r up for a camping trip. Lads are guys who’ll call me up asking if I want to sleep in their tents.

The lads are all males. That would have been inherently suggested in the label, but I am friends with girls too, and go camping with them. It’s just that I often get on better with guys as they’re not all drama drama, and they’re better for the craic.

Btw, if you’re not Irish and you don’t know what “the craic” is, damnit don’t ask me for I haven’t a clue. As some one on one of the sites I looked at trying to find a definition for it said “You can’t define it. It’s just something which happens. It’s organic. It depends on what is happening, where you are and who’s there.” http://www.ireland-fun-facts.com/craic.html It’s probably best you googled it yourself and got an idea of what it was from the many, many descriptions.

Anyway, I was inspired by a post of Freshest15’s (go here to read it) to think about my standards with guys. The truth is, really, I used to be a slut. That’s bluntly put, but then I was an idiot. I regret it now because even though I (like to think I) have changed, people don’t respect that. I wasn’t a slut except out of ignorance and stupidity, and overindulgence in relation to the consumption of alcohol and… Such. And they were always so surprised when I said I was a virgin. So fucking surprised.

I was pretty naive, for a slut. The thing is, I would fall for anything. I suppose I believed in the general “goodness” of everyone. If a lad told me he was cold and put his hands on my waist, inside my top, I would remind him that it was just because he was cold, and that was all. And then they would offer me a drink, or two or three. It’s amazing how generous people are, when they want something, isn’t it?

They will try to lure you away from people, not in a rapist sort of way, just.. Well yeah sort of, except I would be too drunk or too worried about what/whoever it was we had to “go and find” and then… Woop, they’re all over me. Because they like their privacy, they do. And I didn’t see, didn’t see for so long that when a guy asks you to go somewhere alone with him, it’s not an innocent request.

This one time, this guy was being actually ridiculous… They never actually want to force you to do anything of course, but as long as they can act like they’re joking then they wont feel bad. He would pick me up, throw me over his shoulder, and carry me outside… Literally. And we were laughing so no one minded. But then I would hit him till he let me go, go in, make a friend sit by me, and he would push in between us.  When it became clear I wasn’t going to “go outside for a walk” he started trying to get me under a pillow, to make out. Literally. A fucking pillow. He held it over his face, and tried to convince me to listen to something he had to tell me, under there. Yeah fucking right.

I’ve also learnt that if I guy says he’s cold, let him stay that way. His concept of “warming up” isn’t as go-sit-by-the-campfire as yours.

What got me out of being a slut, really, was not drinking for a while. After the whole C and I debacle, I gave up drinking because I never would have cheated if I hadn’t been drunk. And I guess that made me open my eyes a bit as lads would still hit on me, thinking I was drunk, and I would just see with a clear mind how sleazy they were, how much I didn’t want to be there, how absolutely un-genuine their words were. So now even when I’m off my head, I try to think about it as if I was sober. I do like to have fun, of course, and it can be fun to flirt and mess around, but I get so sick of it sometimes.

Obviously, all that is stuff that one of the lads would never do. The lads might give me a few bruises, might pull some practical jokes on me, might tease me but shit. That’s so much more fun than fending off some slimy guy all night. The lads are my actual mates I guess, and I love them, so I do. It can be so much of a relief to get away from girly drama and male flirting and all that shit and just chill out.

Hope all of you have some people like that, I have so much love and respect for them.

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4 responses to “Lads, versus “The Lads”

  1. tridecalogism

    Ah, the craic… Despite being Irish, I don’t think I’ve ever actually experienced this transcendental state. And I doubt I ever will. But I’m not really that up-to-date on slang anyway. It’s only recently I discovered what the word “beour” meant (I haaaaate that word, btw).
    So this is what most Irish teenagers are like? Having next to no social life, I wouldn’t know. Perhaps I amn’t missing as much as I thought. 😛 I do get the kind of people you’re talking about here. I don’t really seem to enjoy most of the time spent with members of my own gender, to be honest. Probably because I go to an all-boys’ school, so I just get sick of them.

    • AI’m sure you will at some point 🙂 “Beour”… Igh… I do not believe it is ever really used in a serious way though, is it? Sure, some of my friends would have said it, but in a highly sarcastic manner. I hate “shifting” the most. I think I have gathered enough information to state that it is something along the lines of “making out”, I THINK but, not I can’t say I’m too sure. Anyway, it irritates the fuck out of me..
      And yeah lads can be complete twats to each other :/ I’d hate to go to an all girls school O.O

  2. freshest15

    Ah so glad you were inspired;) you are not a slut! At least not in my book! Loveya girlie xoxox<3

    • Cool ^_^ I try not to be, but people don’t pick up on that, it seems to me. I was texting this guy who seemed perfectly fine, whatever, and then last night he asks me for a “dirty picture” and it’s just like… For fucks sake. I had even said to him before about how I wasn’t going to do anything without a proper relationship.
      But thank you thank youuu 🙂 😀

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