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hypatia42I can say this here because I believe that none of the kids I know read this.
I hate teenagers. I hate the disrespect. I hate the firm belief that they know everything, that they are invincible, and that they will live forever. I hate the arrogance of youth. I hate the fact that some people never grow out of it.
I don't have kids. I imagine I would survive if I did but this is one of many reasons that I don't. Oh dear god I cannot stand them.
Individual teenagers that are cool do not make up for the bulk of them that are more irritating that I care to deal with. Smacking them upside the head doesn't actually accomplish anything. I have better things to do with my hands at this point.
It came up in conversation earlier today that teenagers gave me the nickname "Sister Williams" in high school. Cause I would eventually go into a convent, never find a boyfriend or get married cause no one would ever want me. Teenagers were wrong. Those same teenagers are now adults, some with teenagers of their own, and most are boring excuses for grownups. Part of me wonders if I didn't grow up interesting to spite them. No better revenge than living well. :)
This whole line of thought brought to you by Niece. By the time she out grows this phase of her life I should be much better at it so that when the rest of the kids get there I'll handle it with better grace. *sigh* I don't actually hate her. Her behaviors and mannerisms and the airs she puts on are really what I hate. Its a waste of energy. Trying to let her have her space to learn the lessons she needs to learn at her own pace. Trying to let her have the ability to fall down on her face and break a couple of teeth or bones or... Sadly its is a delicate balance between giving them enough rope to hang themselves and teaching them that using that rope really does end their life. And she's not my kid. I can't protect her. I wouldn't if she were. But I would damn well make sure that she KNEW I would be there to help her up and clean off the blood. And that is not something she has been given.
I hate teenagers. I hate the disrespect. I hate the firm belief that they know everything, that they are invincible, and that they will live forever. I hate the arrogance of youth. I hate the fact that some people never grow out of it.
I don't have kids. I imagine I would survive if I did but this is one of many reasons that I don't. Oh dear god I cannot stand them.
Individual teenagers that are cool do not make up for the bulk of them that are more irritating that I care to deal with. Smacking them upside the head doesn't actually accomplish anything. I have better things to do with my hands at this point.
It came up in conversation earlier today that teenagers gave me the nickname "Sister Williams" in high school. Cause I would eventually go into a convent, never find a boyfriend or get married cause no one would ever want me. Teenagers were wrong. Those same teenagers are now adults, some with teenagers of their own, and most are boring excuses for grownups. Part of me wonders if I didn't grow up interesting to spite them. No better revenge than living well. :)
This whole line of thought brought to you by Niece. By the time she out grows this phase of her life I should be much better at it so that when the rest of the kids get there I'll handle it with better grace. *sigh* I don't actually hate her. Her behaviors and mannerisms and the airs she puts on are really what I hate. Its a waste of energy. Trying to let her have her space to learn the lessons she needs to learn at her own pace. Trying to let her have the ability to fall down on her face and break a couple of teeth or bones or... Sadly its is a delicate balance between giving them enough rope to hang themselves and teaching them that using that rope really does end their life. And she's not my kid. I can't protect her. I wouldn't if she were. But I would damn well make sure that she KNEW I would be there to help her up and clean off the blood. And that is not something she has been given.
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Date: 2011-12-16 03:39 am (UTC)You fall and screw up your life, I'll be here to help you get the pieces picked up. I won't stop it from happening in the first place. Granted, she's seven, but she has an old soul and I've already had to make that clear to her.
I dislike all kids greatly actually. The few I have in my life are exceptions and have actually noted and commented on my general dislike for children, except the alien, but he's two he just figured out how to say my name correctly :P
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Date: 2011-12-16 05:44 pm (UTC)The arrogance of youth you describe here is a consequence of the modern day belief that childhood (and by extension childhood innocence) should be extended as long as possible. This is something that has only come about since, really, the invention of child labor laws.
Humans think they know everything, and that they are invincible, right up to the moment life proves to them in one way or another that they are very, very, very wrong. We all only learn that lesson the hardest way possible.
It's easy to believe one is invulnerable when death and disease are hidden from us socially, and lifespans are artificially lengthened. It's easy to be arrogant when life has provided for you (I've never seen a teenager whose life was fraught with abuse, or poverty be the sort of arrogant you describe...those sorts understand that life isn't pretty and isn't all about them). It's very easy to believe you can't be wrong until life has proven that fact to you in the ugliest way possible.
D.