So, let's get this on the table right away, I was harassed in school. In high school there was a senior who decided to pick on me for months. He simply chose to pick on me and the reason was never clear. Perhaps because I was a fat kid.
Although the bullying sucked, it did not drive me to suicide. The angst of being a teenager made me think about it a few times, but only think. As a "late-term" father, I have observed the teen mind in action. This, and reconnecting with high school friends through Facebook, has made me reflect upon my teen years. To which I have come to a conclusion: teens are self-absorbed weiners. They'll step over a pile of dog crap like it happened in a parallel dimension. They show up at dinner time, look at you cooking, sit down on the couch, change the channel you're watching, and when you present them a plate they'll look at you and say, "Oh, you made dinner? Yeah, not hungry. I stopped at Wendy's." Mind you, they were gone for less than 30 minutes and saw you preparing dinner before they left. When you ask, "If you were stopping at Wendy's, why didn't you ask me if I wanted something?" The reply, "Because you were making dinner and I didn't think you'd want anything."
Again, teens are self-absorbed weiners.
They're happy to take a handout and think their problems are constantly Earth-shaking. (Doubt me? Read their Facebook posts.) Apparently I've become an adult, because I now see the wisdom in the statement, "Yeah, you got problems. You take care of the mortgage for a few months and then tell me how hard you've got it."
More proof? Don't tell your teens you're "taking a nap", tell them you're going to make sweet, sweet love. See that look on their face? The revulsion and horror? Now ask if they plan on giving up sex when they're thirty-five. You will be gazed upon as if you are retarded. This, my friends, is the mind of a teenager.
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