Ahh the teenage years, those wonderful days where being single was the norm and intimacy was holding hands on the way home from school. We quite often reminisce about these days and after spending time thinking about this I was almost ready to approach this subject on a positive front....... almost!
It seems that whilst we are ready to remember the ease of relationships in our teenage years, whether they worked out or ended in crying to your friends and spreading rumours around the school that he tried to use a Mars bar wrapper as a condom, we forget all the hideous things that go with being a teenager. Add to this the fact that I spend my days with teenagers and trying to teach them (and resisting the urge to give the failures a McDonalds application form instead of a report), I can be found to ponder both our teenage years and the teenagers of today.
Whilst I look back on my own teenage years and cringe at the ways I desperately tried to fit in, teenagers today seem to strive in the same way to be individual. This is in no doubt down to the rise of mental asylum escapee's turned popstars; such as Lady GaGa (so named because her music makes ones IQ drop to that of a 6 month old!). I adore the way the twisted mind of society works. See a hobo walking down the street in a crazy hat and Kermit the frog pyjamas and its 'call the men in the white coats'. However give him a microphone and put him on stage you have a positive role model encouraging children to express themselves. While I'm on this rant what does 'bluffin with my muffin' really mean? I have tried looking at my 'muffin' from several angles to see if its 'bluffin' anything, the opposite sex clearly understands what it is and what it does and as far as I know it holds no secrets..... that I know of. Don't get me wrong Lady GaGa is individual, mainly because she's so fudging mental. Teenagers idiotically try to be individual however miss the point by ALL of them trying to be individual in the exact same way!
The one thing that both this generation of teenagers and the generations previous have in common is grease. Whether its hair or face it's all disgusting, and when it comes to boys its only made worse by the questionable hygiene regimes. Unfortunately I was not spared this and suffered with the mini yellow panna
-cotta outbreaks else known as zits. It's one of life's cruelties that we are given a rush of hormones increasing face oils and yet no real defence-although that doesn't stop us trying. Around the time of my panna-cotta face stage my mother tried in vain to console me with tales from her teenage years. Within this pitiful insight into her own panna-cotta stage she revealed her 'questionable cure/stupid mistake': Popping them and then using perfume on them, whilst enduring the screaming agony of her own face. I'm pretty sure that this story was meant as a warning however it seemed to fall on deaf ears as the anxious teenage me quickly scanned my bedroom. Who was I kidding, I didn't own perfume I barely owned a brush. Impulse body spray however....... My mother has made me cry before but never quite like this!
The thing is they are disgusting and even if we have them we still cringe at other people with them. The worst of all: The lip zit. The ones just at the edge of the lip that becomes a ticking time bomb, a game of Russian roulette every time they eat. You are unable to avert your eyes as you watch wondering if the pressure they use to bite down into that greasy burger is enough to break the panna-cotta surface and create a creamy addition to the grease as they lick their lips. Possibly made worse when they are on the face of your loved one and you have to make the quick fire decision between handing them the impulse body spray (possibly hurting their feelings) or taking the risk of being the one to taste the panna-cotta.
Yes in the teenage years every love felt like it would last forever and attracting the opposite sex's attention was a case of passing a note in class but we were obviously all blind. Blind I tell you, BLIND!!!
I love this one :)
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