Afraid of Teenagers Now
Okay, I think I’ve hit that age. You know, that age where I’m genuinely afraid of teenagers. Is there anything more unruly? Seriously, I’m at the point where if I see a gaggle of teenagers, I’m crossing the street, avoiding eye contact like my life depends on it.
I remember hearing older folks talk about this phase, saying, “Yeah, can’t trust those teenagers.” And when you’re young, you just think they’re being weird. Now, here I am, one of them.
The other day, I had to walk by a school, and I don’t know if it was high school PTSD kicking in, but I felt incredibly uncomfortable. There’s something about that age group – that cohort – that’s just wildly… weird. You know they’re in that invincibility phase, where they don’t understand consequences. They’re so dumb, but so brave, that they’ll do stupid stuff for laughs, just looking for attention. And you’re just like, “Damn it.”
I bring this up because I saw a news story about a group of four men arrested in Toronto for stabbing people for their cell phones. And I’m thinking, “What the hell is wrong with people?” Then I saw their ages, and I’m like, “Yeah… teenagers.” Dumbest phase of life. Probably the most fun phase, too, but definitely the dumbest. And sometimes, the scariest people to be around.
I can’t be the only one who sees a group of young people and just thinks, “Oh, damn it.” And your nerves just spike. Or is this just high school PTSD bubbling up? I don’t know. Maybe I should talk to someone about this; I’ve never really explored it.
Anyway, that’s the thought I had today. Probably shouldn’t even post this, but here we are. Till the next one. Peace.
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