Adole-scents

When it comes to teenagers, conflict is in our blood. Our fingers twiddle with it. Adolescents smell like the grass under a streetlight at 1:55 in the morning with the exhaust from your car wafting over and stroking your can of sweet tasting reasons to spend money, all of this taking place between your knees while you squat on the curb, listening to the radio play a song that sings in a language only you can understand. We live at night because the daily commute doesn't log our destinations, and also because darkness is more interesting in art. Our reason to be like this is simple: to make memories. It's weird, but we actually try to build scenarios that would make for a hell of a story twenty years down the road. I mean what else are we to do? We're too young to pay taxes, too old to go to bed early; we're stuck in this responsibility limbo, a gray area where we're expected to do or be things but not given a clue as to what. Maybe that's why we're so ballsy. We'd give anything to bring climax to our lives because anythings better than the suspicion, the anticipation of a 17 year old behind the wheel. We rebel because finally we're shown that our life is not a parent, it's a sensation, and we spend our weekends between classes searching for that sensation in the dimly lit, unknown regions of culture.

Reviews

[Octavia]

Wow. You captured that feeling so well. It's been a few years, but as someone who deals with a lot of teens (and was one herself at one point) this is exactly how I remember adolescence. That desperate desire to live RIGHT NOW and forget the consequences because, after all, it will be a good story one day, right?

Really nice. You write beautifully. Thanks for sharing.

[CookeCody]

Thanks for commenting, I'm glad I could be of service