It was a really difficult decision. Say the words, or die.
'I'm told that's what usually happens when a new magical girl swears her allegiance. It like never happens when I'm alone in my bedroom, or studying for a biology exam. No, it can't happen when it's convenient. I guess maybe there wouldn't be as many girls that step up to the challenge...
"Oh, let me see, become a magical girl and put my life in danger, risk loosing all my friends and loved ones, never have a real dating life, or study for this stupid English test. Hmm, that'd be a really hard choice. I think I'll ... study for the stupid test."
Like why would anybody in their right mind choose to be a magical girl? So, I personally think that they wait until a girl is facing death to spring the Oath on her. What is the Oath, you ask? Here, I'll recite one for you:
In realms of dreams where magic thrives,
I step forth with spirit alight,
I swear an oath to guard with might,
Love, justice, and honor in my life.
Wait! I can't recite the whole thing! Because you might not be ready to take the Oath, and if you say the Oath with your heart unprepared, I'll totally get into trouble or something, and I really hate getting into trouble. And you, well, then you'll have the burden of becoming a magical girl, just like me, and you'll have to dress up in a really frilly, revealing outfit too. And the voices will disrupt you while you're studying for a test, or trying to make out with your boyfriend, or they'll invade your dreams!
Besides, I'm really not ready to adopt a sidekick. I remember how much of a pain in the butt I was to Lucy, and I don't think I want to be responsible for your mess ups -- not that it wouldn't be cool to have a lackey to do the dirty work for me, but I'm not ready for it yet. Let me at least complete one date first without having to save yet another hapless victim from mayhem. I'd like at least one kiss before I turn 20. That's the life destined for a magical girl. A life of loneliness.
I can see it now. I'll be turning 40. I'll still be wearing pigtails whenever I transform. Still be wearing this pink frilly tutu. Still be single, and dateless -- and I'll probably have like a hundred cats. Great. I'll be known as the cat lady. You know, the crazy old lady who takes in and feeds random strays. My apartment will smell like ammonia, and I'll have piles of yarn, with unfinished sweaters and scarves. Things that I want to donate to local hospitals or shelters or wherever, but I'll always be interrupted with the call. And I'll probably have a ton of bad habits too, like smoking three packs a day, and drinking five gallons of coffee -- but it's gotta be black coffee, because that's what old people drink.
At least I don't truly be lonely though. You see, once you become a magical girl, you can understand animals. They speak to you. They warn you of danger, and usually have lots of important, wise things to tell you. And soon, you'll be talking back to the animals and your friends will look at you like you're crazy because all they hear is meow meow meow. Or worse, when the darn cat decides it's a great idea to choose that moment to disappear from sight, and then you're just talking to nobody. And if it wasn't for the fact that I've saved my friends more times than I can count, I wouldn't have any because they all think I'm absolutely nuts!
So, do you think it's worth it? To become a magical girl? To save the world? Sure it's really cool to be able to throw fireballs around, or whatever your magical ability is, but I'm not so sure the crazy consequences are worth it. That and cleaning up all the messes after dispatching the monsters back to the depths of whatever demon realm they came from.