Be the Adult
I am a foolish teenage; I’ve never professed to be otherwise. But, that doesn’t mean that I can be a complete idiot, when I know better. I see kids my age screw up all the time and then just shrug it off say, ‘what do you expect, I’m just a teenager.’
Since when is age an excuse to do something you know is wrong? We don’t contribute our good actions to our age, do we? No, we smugly say, ‘I’m just that good.
1 Timothy 2:14 says:
Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but be an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith, and in purity.
But, how can they not look down on us when we make it so easy?
Everyone makes mistakes, children and adults both, but it takes an adult to say ‘Yeah, I was wrong. Learn from what I did and don’t be like that.’
Legally the world doesn’t see you as an adult until you’re eighteen, but that doesn’t mean you can act like a child until then. Seriously, if you don’t want to be treated like a child, don’t act like one. It’s time we step up and take responsibility for our actions, whether that’s the good choices or the bad. Because, kid, no matter how old you are the choices are still yours.
I recently made some bad choices of my own. I’m no where near proud of these awful decisions, but I’m the taking the steps to right my wrongs. I have court in June and will start my probation sometime after that. I have to pay a fine and do some community service, and then after a year with no more screw ups this will be off my record for good.
My mother told me that it was time I start be accountable for my actions, to which I responded:
I haven’t blamed anyone but myself, I’ve pointed no fingers. I’m the idiot here, I know that, and I’m going to fix it.
I’m not being the whiny teenager and complaining that it’s just not fair. Because it is fair and I will deal with whatever consequences there are. I’m not sitting by and crying and asking my mommy what I’m going to do. I’m stepping up, I’m accepting the blame, because it was my choice; my stupidity. I’m being the adult and fixing my childish mistakes.
All that I can say to kids my age that make these dumb mistakes and then sit by and make no move to fix and then cry about people not taking them seriously is:
Shut the hell up and quit being a baby.
Nobody did this to you. You did this. Don’t pass off your mistakes as it being ‘teenage stupidity’! Claim your mistakes, fix them like an adult and they’ll stop treating you like a child.
Like in any other situation it your choice:
Either A. You can step up, take the consequences that you’ve earned and be treated like an adult.
OR
B. You can whine and complain, take your punishment, and be treated like a kid.
Age doesn’t determine when you’re an adult, your actions do.
-Stupid Girl,
seeing things a little more clearly now.
Busted
Life has had many crappy turns for me, like it has for most people, but I’m trying to learn how to make the best out of every situation.
It’s proving difficult, however, now that I have made one of my biggest mistakes. How do you get something good out of being busted for possession? Learn from it?
Sure. I should have learned when R. had to come get me T’s house and drive my car home (and me) because I was too wasted from the liquor and weed. But, no, it just kept me sober for a few months.
What really sucks, though, is that I took two hits and then put it out, deciding it wasn’t worth it anymore. I was going to get rid of it; why I didn’t just throw it out my window, I don’t know. But, it was too late. I was pulled over.
I got a ticket for something, a citation, a written warning, I’m not sure what they’re each for but my mom sure as hell knows.
I ruined everything. All these last few months of building back up the trust that I had lost, gone.
All the freedom I had gained back, gone.
My cute little car, gone (until further notice)
My phone and tie to the two most import things in my life(TayRoar and ChenaLee), gone (until she decides I’m worthy of cell phone agian)
I have to go back to counseling, and it has to be a new counselor, because as my mother said, ‘obviously the other guy wasn’t doing his job since you’re still broken’
Hmm…looks to me like that’s part of the problem: her looking at me like I’m the only one that’s ‘broken’
Whatever.
I had to quit my job. Because my mother thinks there are bad influences there. Ha. I go to school with half the people I work with, want to take me out of school too??
I’ve become a little….braver, I guess you should say. See, when my mother is angry she just talks at. She makes passive-agressive little comments that are meant to sting. For some reason this time, I’ve been talking back some. Like when she said, “I’m sure you’ll tell everyone about this tomorrow at school, we all know how you thrive on drama”
I came back with my own little snotty comment about how she doesn’t even know or something, I don’t quite remember; I’ve said alot this tiem.
And, seriously, she should stop comparing me to her, because
1 I am not her
2 I am not perfect like she was
3 I don’t want to be like her
And, stop comparing me to my dad because
1 I’m not him
2 I’ll make my own mistakes not his (she & I both know that; I’ve proved it)
3 I do know him well enough to follow his goddamn example.
I Took the ‘How Evil are You’ Quiz…
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You Are 74% Evil |
 You are very evil. And you’re too evil to care. Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot. |
