17’s awesome, oh wait let me correct myself, 17 sucks.
I’m 17, I’m young, I’m healthy, I am literally blessed in every way physically, mentally, socially, socioeconomically that a young adult of my age could be… yet 17, still manages to suck.
I understand that parents are meant to be annoying, and in some sense, lets be honest, there meant to be assholes, its there primary job when your this age…
what I’m struggling to come to terms with is the concept of how sheltered I am, not the sort of sheltered that you expect someone my age to experience, to put it bluntly:
Parent’s mind set-
My daughter is 17, she’s going to go to that party, she’s gonna get drunk, she’s going to get the wrong group of friends, hook up with some disgusting boy, shes gonna smoke, shes gonna do drugs, shes going to destroy her life and her opportunities for the future. – Parent logic (dramatic, but accurate)
I’m going to go to this party, I’m gonna get drunk, but not drunk past the stage of happiness because I did that once and completely learnt that there is no such thing as a nice feeling when it comes to boffing up your entire insides because you drank to much alcohol, also, it makes you fat. My best friend is 100% going to get with that hot guy and I am going to make it happen, and then I’m going to create a dance floor whether there is one or not, and dance my freaking butt off because generally that’s all I want to do.
Why is it that parents think that you are some sort of devil child who only has the most terrible things planned and shall execute those things with determined accuracy at whatever cost possible? Why do parents constantly tell you ‘I was your age once, I understand’ then proceed to constantly shove it in your face, but then suddenly treat you like an alien child when it comes to giving you freedom.
I feel like my own parents are ripping me off from the best years of my life, I don’t care about alcohol, or drugs, or smoking or whatever it is they think I am doing behind there backs for fun. I don’t care who’s popular and I promise I’m not bulimic. I feel like there ripping me off from all the little moments, I feel like there taking my freedom to enjoy the most insignificant things that when your 40 string together to become the most significant things. The things you look back on and treasure. I feel like I wake up everyday and get ripped off from so many beautiful moments because I’m getting constantly pre judged on what I’m going to do, based on the pasts that they created for themselves.
The past that in 40 years is going to consist of me looking back at my life and remember myself sitting, staring at a screen, writing words into a milky way called the internet, where no one really cares, but sometimes its all you got when no one wants to listen.
So again, there’s a possibly for 17 to be amazing, it’s happening all around me, but for the individual me, 17 totally sucks.