Absoluteness

I have been reminded lately of how absolute life is when you are a teenager. No I am not a teenager, but once I was. And I have been blessed with the ability to remember what life was like then. If I couldn't remember, life would be a lot, lot, lot more frustrating. My head would be full of, "What are you thinking?!?!"s and "Are you kidding me?!"s and "Grow up!!!"s. Instead it's full of, "I remember when I said stuff like that" interspersed with internal giggling. Internal because when you are a teenager nothing is worse than having someone laugh at your absolute opinions that you know are right. That's right spelled with an absolute in the middle. It's not the silent absolute of the passive aggressive. It's the absolute of the "I'm so sure I will write it in cement" or "carve it into a desk" or "I will stand by this until I die, because I know I am right. Yes, yes you are my young friend. You are right. You stick by that opinion. You show them how right you are.

Adults: don't roll your eyes, you used to be right too.

Mom, I'm sorry.