18 sucks, really.
i mean sure, its the next big step and everythings all exciting. For most of you, you just graduated from high school but that just means you have to go and reestablish your popularity in a place much bigger and far more elite than public high school.
You get to vote, but seems the world keeps giving birth to more and more assholes and they also get to vote and they vote for fellow assholes. There's a mirror in front of you and one behind and you're standing next to an asshole, but there's only one of you and an infinite number of assholes. It's really disheartening.
Speaking of hearts, by law you get to kill yourself with smoking, but you've already been doing that for 1,2, 12 years already, so the only cool thing about that is your attitude when you get to walk into a gas station without your hands shaking.
Then there's the gyno.
A woman is at risk of cervical cancer if she:
has sex before the age of 18
has multiple sex partners or has sex with promiscuous partners
history of a STD
smokes
well hell, 3 out of 4 aint bad.
I'm an open person, but i dont really feel a NEED to discuss some personal matters. So I'm writing this for a reason and if you're reading it and it applies, ill kill you myself if you dont listen.
I never went to the gyno or had a pap smear when i turned 18. Nor did i have one when i was 19 or 20, nor did i have any intentions of having one when i turned 21. But one day, earlier in the summer i decided, hell, i should do this. I'd never before felt so adult...mostly because i keep failing to recognize that i am one.
My doctor called me back. She said there were some "abnormal" cells in the results. Of course they're abnormal, they're mine. So i was referred to a gyno and i went today. He told me that they're at a precancerous stage and that based on the result of the next test they will either be monitored by pap tests taken every three months or i'd have to have surgery to remove parts of my little infected cervix.
No, i'm not going to die, i'm not even going to get sick. Yes, i can still have children if, god forbid, my estrogen finally kicks in and i want them. But my point is, GO. GO PLEASE. I'll go with you. I'll make crude jokes in the lobby and probably use the plastic vagina model as a puppet. You'll never say Aunt Flow again without bursting into laughter. I'm just thinking how lucky i am that i finally decided to go and that i wasn't served up a big plate of hate your fate life in the end. Cervical cancer is asymptomatic remember, so the only persistent nagging you'll have will come from me.
love you women
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