Coming of age

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Coming of age

Lets not waste too much of our time thinking about the things we went through during our childhood and teenage years, the things that either broke us or made us that much stronger, because we get it. Been there, done that and besides, these are some of the things were about to explore.

But by the time we reach our 16th Birthday, we should, to all intents and purposes, be mostly grown up. All thats needed is a bit of spit and polish, a slight attitude adjustment and hey presto, welcome to adulthood. So, are we ready for this?

Up until then, for most of us, lifes been a fairly sweet ride, aided by a shit load of studies having already figured out whats supposed to happen between birth and reaching our early teens, so no surprises there.

At six months we should be able to sit upright, pick up small objects and maybe even recognise our own ugly little mug in a mirror. Three months later, were drinking from cups and should be able to understand simple requests. By the time we turn two, we can say I and you and figure out how to put a hat on. Just like a little monkey. By our fourth Birthday we can string a sentence together and hold a conversation.

Between four and seven, we get a handle on time, space and mostly everything else. Arent we clever little f**ks.

Fluorescent Adolescent

Parents and family cant get enough of this shit, taking great pleasure in watching us grow up but when reach that ripe old age of 16, suddenly, were under a f**king micro-scope for the rest of our lives. Will we graduate from College or University, what will we do for a living and how far will we get in life? Blah, blah, f**king blah.

But, some form of encouragement, instead of throwing us under a bus, would have been nice.

Were not idiots ( well, most of us arent ) we have the wherewithal to learn new emotional skills, to control our feelings, but first, we need the ability to understand and empathise with ourselves. To recognise and accept the things that influenced us while we were growing up and will, in all probability, influence us for the rest of our lives, otherwise, were f**ked.

We need to make people aware of our flaws and how to deal with them, to take it on the chin, while at the same time, knowing that were going to need some help every now and again.

Can we muster up enough confidence in ourselves to realise, just when we think were seriously f**ked, that its not the end of the world and well manage somehow? The biggest problem we have to face is not having anything to measure ourselves against, like we did when we were kids.

It aint easy

As young adults, the way we deal with our oldies is bound to change over time. Fast forward a few years and if we arent already doing so, well find ourselves questioning everything. By the time we get to 30, well maybe be able to figure people out, or at least have a better understanding as to what the f**k makes them tick.

Life goes on and at the end of the day, no matter what we do or say, well never work it all out or get it all right. In reality, well probably never really grow up. Emotional maturity is about being able to neither praise nor diss anyone, to have a sensibly balanced opinion, even if its completely f**king wrong.

Welcome to the black parade

So, before we get on with the show, Id like to ask that we be heart attack serious honest with ourselves and admit that if were single is our own f**king fault, even if we dont think so. Its time to stop making inane excuses or holding others accountable for our own actions or should we say inactions?

Were the one who got bullied or ridiculed at school or college, on an almost daily basis. The one who just didnt fit in, so we grew our fringes to cover our faces, tried way too many experimental drugs and spent hours exploring the pleasures of sexual self-gratification, commonly known as wanking, fist f**king, or even flicking!

Nothing wrong with that, its far healthier than us succumbing to our emotionally unstable urges to rape, pillage and kill, but can we please just lose all the bullshit trying to justify ourselves. No one f**king cares, so stop wasting everyones time.

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