I am a teenager.
i'm sorry, i should say we— are teenagers. all of us from twelve to twenty,
i speak for all of us— because, being a teenager,
i have the audacity to think i have the right to do that.
(i was being sarcastic just now—
we tend to do that a lot.)
you've heard a lot about us. you've read a lot about us. you know
a lot about us. particularly psychologists.
here are some things you know about "the teenager":
one: we are extreme. particularly when it comes to drama or neuroticism.
every loss or misfortune that befalls our dynamically delicate lives is apocalyptic in proportion and the trauma is permanent damage. any good luck and suddenly life is perfect.
give us the slightest taste of something to fight for and you'll find we won't shut up.
two, we know we're right.
all others in the room are sheeple— in our (often angst-ridden) contemplations, we alone have found the true way to look at life. all others are fallacies, all others have never felt what we feel. have never understood what we understand.
This is fact. This we know.
three, we hate authority.
all the rebelliousness we have is directed straight at the people who think they can tell us what to do, the people who think they know what's best for us.
we're growing. we're quickly becoming people of our own. we're big and able to make decisions but for some reason we find that most things about our lives have already been decided.
the only solution is to make more decisions than our superiors, which means most of them are going to be wrong. it's considered a necessary sacrifice.
so we make trouble. we won't get off your lawn. it's generally because we're very deeply unhappy.
four, we're lazy.
aggression issues, eating issues, mental issues, drama issues, boyfriend issues, girlfriend issues, gaming issues, sleeping issues, image issues, drug issues, family issues, friend issues, self-esteem issues, school issues, physique issues, internet issues, attitude issues, impulse-control issues, attention issues—
i have heard
the phrase "kids these days" just a few too many times
to take it seriously.
i have had
just a few too many people make just a few too many assumptions
about me and my little life.
and i am tired
of people thinking that we're the only ones won't grow up.
hey, maybe i am an angsty, impulsive, troublemaking, delinquent issue vending-machine who seeks attention by stringing together fancy-sounding words with a melancholy expression and calling it poetry.
or maybe i'm just a human. a fifteen-year-old human wishing all these adults would... just get off my lawn.