As you can tell from the title, this post could either be interesting or dull as heck but I'll continue anyway.
When I became a teenager my immediate thoughts were, 'ohh I'm all grown up now... more freedom.... romance....parties... fun' etc etc.
Well I wish I could tell little 13 year old me that it is far from like that, now that I'm a fully fledged teen, I can safely say that most of my experiences of romance, parties and 'fun' have been disappointing. I was at a party last weekend, everyone around me was completely "off their heads", then there's little old me just sat on the pavement outside not knowing what to do with myself.
Now when I'm saying these things I don't want you to be imagining me as the person nobody talks to who has no friends and great school grades. I'm not, I'm just above popular at school <--- I hated writing that because I sound like a big headed moron who actually believes in the cliché of popularity scales (ew, I know).
As I was sat on the pavement I realised that unless you're drunk or some shape or form of 'high' at a party like that, it's no fun. But then I wondered if it was just me, maybe I'm the one in a million or one in my school who isn't obsessed with parties or getting drunk and kissing a stranger. People begged the host to be invited to that party and I couldn't care less, I just wanted to go home, get in bed and read.
But getting back to the point of this post- I sat on that pavement and started to think that maybe the night wouldn't end with me wanting to commit. Maybe it would end up like the meet-cute in a movie, where the girl is sat there in the dark getting some air (or in my case just secretly avoiding the drunken idiots she really doesn't want to be around) and she happens to be the only one not drunk (or so she thinks). Then all of a sudden a handsome guy walks out from the party and she realises she's never really seen him before, not like this anyway, he also happens not to be drunk. They then start talking, starting the conversation with some sarcastic comment about the idiots back in the party, they realise that all this time they though they were the only exceptions to the gross clichés of their generation, but really they were each only one half of it. They slowly but surely fall in some kind of unique love and live happily ever.....
But of course it didn't happen that way, I sat on the pavement in the freezing cold for 45 minutes while the hooligans partied all night long, destroying their livers and partaking in activities they would surely regret in the morning.
I love being a teenager.
