ahhh....to be a teenager
So tonight's issues concern those junior high and high school kids in my area. they were just the theme of tonight's outing.
i remember when i was that age, i didn't "seem" as annoying. i didn't go out of way to be a smartass or act like some hot piece of shit when i hit my teenage years. i, of course, waited till college to be a smartass. but i might just be a little biased so i'll have to ask those that could provide a better assessment of me at those times. anyways...kids just bug the shit out of me today. and sometimes for no apparent reason.
tonight, for example. i have some relatives over this weekend to visit my grandma and we took some of them out to watch a movie, the Recruit. The movie wasn't bad and i was really into their whole CIA training shiznit. but that's besides the point. so...teenagers. they were all over the fuckin theatre tonight as they are usually all over the malls. i bring up the malls because that is where i see them and the boys, in general, have nothing better to do than scowl at you and act like they're hot shit. who cares if i'm a couple years older than them and that i'm not "down" with them. they still mad dog. this bugs me. it just seems so....high school. as a result...i learned to ignore them at not just the mall but at other places they frequent such as the movie theatre that i myself hung out at during my time. but tonight i had a hard time doing that. two of my cousins were of those age and i sat with them to balance things out aka joyce was sitting with her friend and my other cousin was with her boyfriend. one of the young ones is cool and i treat him like the little brother i never had (yeah, you guessed it...i fuck with him). but the other one who's, i think is 14 and 6ft tall, is starting to bug the living shit out of me. she tries to be a smartass but she's not funny. she tries to act like an intellectual but she uses the "big girl" words incorrectly. she's just going through that really awkwad, "too cool" phase of being a teenager. it's really wearing thin on me because she came down last weekend also. two weekends in a row of a wannabe smartass girl isn't good. i feel bad too cause one time she came down, she was giving her view on a movie that her friends said were terrible. i heard her comments and flatly said the reason her friends didn't like it is because it was too deep for them and their minds couldn't comprehend it. she immediately shut up and i was the big winner. or a jerk. i'm still not sure. so that's her story.
my other teenage story is on the drive home i see these kids walking away from the corner house. they look like they're no more than 12 or 14. and these little fuckers have the courtesy to leave their forties at one of my neighbors house. they don't even put in a trashcan. they just leave it behind my neighbors car. so they're being rude and they're not recycling. those fuckers!
anyways...i could go on and on about why i feel this way. i could go all psycho-babble and say my bitterness is a reflection of my sadness that i am growing older and that i am no longer a student but part of the work force. i could say that i am lashing out at the long, gone glory days of high school. but this entry is long enough as it is. so on that note....teenagers bug!
Comments
I @#$%$%&$@$ agree with you. On my top 3 list of Pet Peeves, #2: Highschool kids (especially the girls). What is this? These little girls now are walking around wearing outfits that women should be wearing, walking around in their "coach" purses or "LV" bags, thinking they're 25 years old, when they're only 12. F#%@#@%^ ridiculous. I could go off, but then I'd be writing an essay...which I think I'll do when i'm bored one of these days.
Posted by: Mish | February 9, 2003 12:36 AM
Bitter, BITTER!!! Heh.
I don't know what it is with teenagers these days. I agree -- I didn't act like hot shit back then. Nowadays, you got OC thugs talking about how life is hard in Irvine. Puh-lease. The only thing they get busted for is probably jaywalking.
Posted by: Rex | February 9, 2003 8:20 AM