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How the hell does anyone survive being a teenager?
I am always completely amazed at the number of stories where people voluntarily choose to go back and relive their teenage years. There is no way in hell I would ever do that. Being an adult may be work and responsibility, but there is nothing that would ever get me to choose to go back and relive that time.
Teenage years are nothing but high emotion... be it bad or good. Everything hurts so much and everything feels so good. And while that purity of emotion may be great in a fleeting moment in adult life, it's gotta suck when it's on 24/7.
It's a damn hard thing trying to figure out how to be an adult. Our pop-culture society -- with its hatred of responsibility and quick fix mentality -- makes it even harder.
It's a miracle that anyone ever grows up.
Partially related question:
It's homecoming weekend. There is a pep rally, snake dance and bonfire. Parade and game tomorrow. I get a call at 7:30 from Myr, hysterical because she lost her camera and asking if I could pick her up right away. I drive there, pick her up and bring her home. Then I spend a half hour trying to calm her down, looking through her backpack and mentally retracing her steps. I ask: Do you want to go back and look at the school courtyard again? The answer was yes, so we take a flashlight (because it is now dusk) and head back. Miraculously, we find it, hidden under a bush at the side of the building. My promises that we could replace the camera are, fortunately, not needed.
I then drop her off at the park with her friends because, crisis over, she can have fun again. At 9:30 she calls. Could two of her friends (A and S) stay over. Sure, why the hell not, what's too extra 15 year-olds? They show up with Z in tow, promising that he won't stay the night. Like that would even be an option. They are hungry, so I order pizza hut and pick it up. They are now watching Hercules -- because even teenagers aren't too old for Disney films.
So.. do I get an A for being a good mom tonight?
I am always completely amazed at the number of stories where people voluntarily choose to go back and relive their teenage years. There is no way in hell I would ever do that. Being an adult may be work and responsibility, but there is nothing that would ever get me to choose to go back and relive that time.
Teenage years are nothing but high emotion... be it bad or good. Everything hurts so much and everything feels so good. And while that purity of emotion may be great in a fleeting moment in adult life, it's gotta suck when it's on 24/7.
It's a damn hard thing trying to figure out how to be an adult. Our pop-culture society -- with its hatred of responsibility and quick fix mentality -- makes it even harder.
It's a miracle that anyone ever grows up.
Partially related question:
It's homecoming weekend. There is a pep rally, snake dance and bonfire. Parade and game tomorrow. I get a call at 7:30 from Myr, hysterical because she lost her camera and asking if I could pick her up right away. I drive there, pick her up and bring her home. Then I spend a half hour trying to calm her down, looking through her backpack and mentally retracing her steps. I ask: Do you want to go back and look at the school courtyard again? The answer was yes, so we take a flashlight (because it is now dusk) and head back. Miraculously, we find it, hidden under a bush at the side of the building. My promises that we could replace the camera are, fortunately, not needed.
I then drop her off at the park with her friends because, crisis over, she can have fun again. At 9:30 she calls. Could two of her friends (A and S) stay over. Sure, why the hell not, what's too extra 15 year-olds? They show up with Z in tow, promising that he won't stay the night. Like that would even be an option. They are hungry, so I order pizza hut and pick it up. They are now watching Hercules -- because even teenagers aren't too old for Disney films.
So.. do I get an A for being a good mom tonight?
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Date: 2008-09-27 03:27 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2008-09-27 03:55 pm (UTC)From:But also, it says a lot that the 15-year-olds (an age where many are stuck between 'shy' and 'rebellious') like coming over to your place. :-)
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Date: 2008-09-27 04:38 pm (UTC)From: