I don't always like sharing random thoughts I'm thinking. I think it's lame and no one will want to read them, but oh well, here I go....
This is shocking but I might as well say it. I love being a typical teen. Not typical in a sense that I love sewing and practice
French for fun, but typical in other senses. As much as I’m excited for college
and adulthood and etc…I really love being able to ride around with friends
aimlessly till two in the morning without a care. Is it selfish? I love being melodramatic when my dad says
something offensive (which isn’t even often but I like pretending). I like
sneaking into movies, and deep conversations that revolve around "life" and "what
are we suppose to do because we’re just kids and we have no idea?". I like my
high metabolism, and the ability to fail because you’ve got a support group of
friends and family to tell you it’s okay you’re young enough to make mistakes.
I’ve been thinking about what happens when I go to college. When my friends all
move across the state and country, and when I move away from Joel and my
family. And teen life is over and I have to grow up and pay bills...and kill my
own spiders (currently the job of my father and boyfriend, whoever is closer at
the time). The truth is I’ve always been mature for my age. I always wanted to
grow up. But now growing up just seems scary and as much as I don’t want to
stay in a stagnant limbo of adolescence I don’t know if I’m ready to grow up…
SJ.
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