On Adolescence (Adulthood?) (June 28, 2010)

. . .

a     “Like I care.  I can’t drink until I am 21.  Whatever.  I can drink anytime.  School is the marketplace for drug deals.  I can’t drive until I am 16.  Getting a car is the only problem.  The best thing about being an adult is that I can drink and I can drive.  And I can drink and drive.  The great American pastime.  Just like an adult.  And no one can tell me what to do.  They tell me to grow up.  Seems to me that adulthood is all about being dishonest, hypocritical, shallow, petty and materialistic.  Adolescence is miserable, but adulthood is soooo overrated.  And look at what you are giving us.  There is not much to look forward to.  What do I care.”

A     “Transcend.”

a     “What?”

A     “Transcend.  The craziness and the insanity.  The folly and the foolishness.  The ignorance and the stupidity.”

a     “Right.  Transcend.  Get real.”

. . .

A     “With each passing year, I feel more disconnected.”

. . .

A     “You have been told to read between the lines.  Every day, I must read between the lies.  Foisted by other adults.”

. . .

A     “Before I answer, I need to know.  Have you heard of tertiary smoke?”

. . .

a     “At least you didn’t lie to me like every other adult.”

A     “Me, like every other adult.  Right.  That’ll be the day.”

. . .

a     “So life is kind of like high school repeated over and over and over again?”

. . .

[See the “e-ssay” dated August 28, 2006 titled “The Residue of Unrelenting Fear:  PTSD.”]

Bumper stickers of the week:

Politics is high school with guns and more money.  Frank Zappa

Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional.  Don’t exercise the option.


Razors pain you;

Rivers are damp;

Acids stain you;

And drugs cause cramp.

Guns aren’t lawful;

Nooses give;

Gas smells awful;

You might as well live.

Dorothy Parker

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