If you have not already surmised this from my other posts, I do not like being a teenager.
“These are the best years of your life!” they said.
“Being a teenager is great!” they said.
All it is is a combination of raging hormones and conflicting information that result in stupidly insignificant things being blown up to seem like the flipping apocalypse.
I am facing some terribly petty teenage dilemmas at the moment, too.
For instance, I have recently been elected as a senior prefect at my sixth form (hell knows why, I shun authority like it’s the black plague) and we have a residential weekend at an activities centre coming up in a few weeks. We’ll be camping out, doing high ropes, archery, raft building and so on.
Sounds great, right?
Weeeell, it would be if I was close friends with any other person going.
Sure, I talk to the vast majority of them, and I’m friends with them, but not familiar enough that I would like to share a tent with them.
Awkward situation guaranteed.
What’s more, I have a doctor’s appointment next week for something and I’m still not sure whether I should go, because if this turns out to be something, then it’ll go on my medical record and I won’t be able to pass a medical exam for anything for the rest of my life.
I realise I’m complaining about miniscule, insignificant trivialities right now. And I apologise.
Let’s lighten the mood, shall we?
Oh, Scrubs. Sigh.
INSTEAD, let’s think of reasons to be happy. (I feel like I’m in therapy right now…
LET’S ALL HOLD HANDS AND SING SONGS ABOUT RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS)
Happy reason #1:
I have time off school at the moment, and am currently spending my days reading, watching films and drinking tea without feeling as if I’m neglecting schoolwork. Heaven.
Happy reason #2:
The Fault In Our Stars is out soon in England.
No words can express my excitement. I mean, just look at it.
Happy reason #3
I’ve actually managed to finish a post for once (you would not believe the state of my drafts folder, sweet mother of jasmine is it full of rubbish.)
But anywhoo, I hope this hasn’t depressed you too much.
And I hope I haven’t wasted too much of your time.
That owl makes me laugh though.
So long, amigos.