Adolescent thinking

For some weird reason, I've been thinking a lot recently - or more than usual, that is. Usually, I avoid thinking at all costs. Unless it involves some senselessly beautiful discussion of literature (of which life has recently been lacking).

I've come to value what little education I have. Languages, politics, history, a few, very basic glimpses of sociology and psychology; and I am beginning to realize that knowledge is indeed power, and that I am by default granted the possibility to seize that knowledge. And when I am not swamped in seemingly pointless tasks, I learn things. And learning is fabulous fun.

My parents've acquired new costumes, they're people, with personalities and weaknesses, and quirks. As is the rest of my family, at least in part. They might even be morphing into quite an interesting bunch of people, when they're not caught up in old roles and fights not had. My parents are no longer the murky shades hovering in the periphery of my vision, waiting to restrict my fun, they are in the process of becoming people. And it is rather scary.

Oscar Wilde said something about the young knowing everything, and the old knowing nothing at all. And he is right, we do know everything at my age - I should know, I'm so arrogant I can hardly stand being wrong.

Whatever is the matter with adolescence, darlings? I'm quite enjoying myself, when I'm not utterly exasperated for one reason or another.

Am I growing up, at last?

Adolescent thinking

For some weird reason, I've been thinking a lot recently - or more than usual, that is. Usually, I avoid thinking at all costs. Unless it involves some senselessly beautiful discussion of literature (of which life has recently been lacking).

I've come to value what little education I have. Languages, politics, history, a few, very basic glimpses of sociology and psychology; and I am beginning to realize that knowledge is indeed power, and that I am by default granted the possibility to seize that knowledge. And when I am not swamped in seemingly pointless tasks, I learn things. And learning is fabulous fun.

My parents've acquired new costumes, they're people, with personalities and weaknesses, and quirks. As is the rest of my family, at least in part. They might even be morphing into quite an interesting bunch of people, when they're not caught up in old roles and fights not had. My parents are no longer the murky shades hovering in the periphery of my vision, waiting to restrict my fun, they are in the process of becoming people. And it is rather scary.

Oscar Wilde said something about the young knowing everything, and the old knowing nothing at all. And he is right, we do know everything at my age - I should know, I'm so arrogant I can hardly stand being wrong.

Whatever is the matter with adolescence, darlings? I'm quite enjoying myself, when I'm not utterly exasperated for one reason or another.

Am I growing up, at last?