Peer Pressure

 Here’s the thing about peer pressure, it doesn’t exist! Really! I don’t know why it’s called peer pressure its all self pressure. I know I’ll be gathering a lot of flak for this, but it’s true.
Someone in the class scores 99/100, fine! Good for you! But why should I sacrifice my social life (which is close to nonexistent but still) to cram for an exam. I’ll do how much ever I can do, obviously if I work enough I will get grand marks. But I will I NOT do it because it looks pretty on my report. I’d rather be a nice person with a fun life than spend it inside my books. I’m not saying all the toppers are geeks because I know people who top in class and yet know who Paris Hilton is (I think).
I also know that this is because of time management. As my dad says, of the seven most important habits of successful people, the no. 1 habit is time management. And yes it does work (not for me but whatever, its not like I’ve actually tried).
Just because everyone I know is taking drugs, or are overtly keen on showing their Calvin Klein underwear (or the tattered one if the Calvin has gone for a wash) why should I.
I know of course the keenness to try will be there, I cannot deny it, but in the end, common sense has to prevail. I have truthfully never been asked to do drugs and the one time I was asked if I would like to smoke, I refused. Once (in a blue moon) when my dad was smoking, I asked him if I could try and he said yes! I tried it and trust me there is nothing even remotely cool or yummy or enjoyable about it.
It’s just as if you o put your head in a fireplace and inhale all the smoke and ash. I mean if smokers enjoy it so much they should join the firefighters ,every time there is a fire you can just stand there and inhale all the smoke (provided you do the little bit of community service that asks you to spray water).
Don’t even get me started on the consequences to your health. I once saw on the Oprah show (think what you will, I am not soppy loser) a preserved lung of a chain smoker (icky I know), and trust me it was not pretty, you do not want internal organs looking like that.
Just one question, why do I have to display my underwear just because she is (or he is or the whole world is, whatever)? (Partly because it wont look anywhere near decent on a person my shape). Why should I wear my hair down if every one is? You know I bet everyone thought they were being “cool” and “different” (besides going against their parent’s wishes) but the truth is that they’re all being all exactly the same! Because everyone else is doing it, you are too and then you become a stereotype just like everyone else. Wherever you see its low waist low waist low waist low waist ooh! Covered bum, that’s nice.
I for one like to keep mine under my clothes, thank you very much. If I wanted to be Superwoman, I’d keep my intentions clear and simply wear my synthetic red underwear outside my clothes. And why would you want you display your underwear in the first place? Is it a “come hither so you can see more” or an “I wear branded undies I’m rich”? And if it is either I really don’t think it works (at least not for me any way).
The conclusion to this particular long-winded essay about rubbish is that, peer pressure does not exist, IF people learn to use their brains.
I know each and every line will draw objection from people, and I myself can contradict most of the writing. But I hope this essay may drive some sense into some people I could name.