A “tall glass of shut the fuck up”. Boy you sure put me in my place. Lexi, I’ll be sure to read your posts before I form an opinion of my own. You seem to have all the answers.
I think it’s the Pit talking. I think I got what you said the first time, assuming you were making a rather catty remark. Since I like catty, I laughed. And got your point.
Lexi-wow! It sounded so much like Miller! The “of course that’s my opinion” thing made me think it was.
Great.
2.4, for lack of effort and inspiration.
Aw, come on, kevja. You have to know that I only said what I did because this
clearly indicated to me that you either did not read or did not comprehend the OP. You are, of course, entitled to your own opinion, but if you don’t want people to scoff at it, you may want to engage your brain before you open your mouth. Trust me, this is the voice of experience talking here. I have put my big bloody foot in my mouth so many times I’m beginning to like the taste of shoe leather.
And thanks, Guinastasia. Man, that’s a mouthful… can I shorten it to Guinea or something? Anyway, I get that a lot because I often use “Of course, that’s just my opinion, I could be wrong” or a variant thereof as an homage to the great Dennis Miller. Because of this, it has happened before where people think I stole my thoughts from him just because I use terms like “paper tiger” and “crazed silverback gorilla”. Whatever. I know I thought it up and wrote it. But thanks for the confusion, it really is quite flattering.
Not to open up another bag or worms, but that quote is such a load of crap.
Ahhhhh. . . . how I miss the days when the only thing I had to worry about was passing math class, getting a date for Saturday night, sneaking home before curfew, covering up cigarette and pot smells, and not letting my supply of Visine run dry.
Try raising two teenagers and a 10 year old boy as a single parent while putting yourself through college, working a stress filled job 40 miles away from home, managing all household expenses and budget which includes getting the bills paid on time, not only making a mortgage payment but keeping the house maintained (try a purchasing a $500 water heater two weeks before Christmas), taking care of almost an acre of land, not only providing clothing, food, and shelter for kids but also being available for parent teacher conferences, little league practice and games, trips to the emergency room for stitches, booboo kisser and broken-heart fixer, and in the case of my oldest a few years ago court dates and juvenile detention visits. Try being the sole person responsible for car maintenance, clogged drains, drippy faucet changer, and sibling fight referee.
Try surviving on 4 or 5 hours of sleep each night.
Yeah, those teenage years are pretty damn rough. :rolleyes:
My early teen years were actually really rough. I’m so glad to be in college now. Trust me, I don’t care to revisit those years.
You say that now, but I don’t know. I can see Diane’s point. I’ve really gotten to where I want to scream, “Yell at me all you want, just don’t LEAK!”
But plumbing does give me an outlet where I can bang on stuff with wrenches and scorch things with a propane torch. Family members would object if I abused them like that.
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Oh, c’mon. Of course you could deal with all of those problems with a snap of your fingers now, but they were nigh-insumountable then. That’s the whole process of maturation at work. As you get older, your problems get bigger, and you grow (or at least most do) in your skills to cope with them. But back in the day, when you were learning how to problem-solve and deal with unpleasant situations, it was just as hard, if not harder, to deal with those simple things. Looking back now is like asking Michael Jordan to think about doing a standard dunk. Sure, now it’s no problem, but back in fourth grade, I’m sure even he would have had trouble with the idea.
I think the teenage years are the hardest. You’re asked to take on a growing mantle of adult responsibility, but with few of the skills to cope with it. Growing up is hard because it involves employing never-before-used skills. It’s like the first day of work every day.
Necros how old are you? What’s your secret? While I will concede an increase in coping skills with maturity, the problems have also increased exponentially. The more people I get to be responsible for, the more difficulty I have in coping.
Honestly being a teenager is chicken feed in comparison to parenting. Nothing prepared me for just how arduous it can get. Being responsible for myself is nothing compared to being responsible for a baby and for bills and for running a household… Give me the angst of teenagerhood any day. At least then I had the fucking time to think about how hard done by I was 
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Time? What is this “time” you speak of? Let me ask, what all were you involved in (groups, clubs, etc.)? I’m involved in quite a bit, and I don’t really have the time to think about “how hard done by” I am (whatever that means). I have practice for ONE activity for FORTY-FIVE POINT FIVE HOURS this month. That’s ONE activity. That’s OUTSIDE of school. So, I have the same (probably more) problems you did in your teenage years, but less time to deal with them. Does that make it easier for me to deal with them? Hmmm. . .no it doesn’t.
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Goodness me, Garfield! Why on earth do you assume you have ‘probably’ more problems than I ever did? Do you really want to get into a pissing competition over who has/had it rougher? Or is this just gonna devolve into no matter what the teenagers have it baaaaaad and we parents don’t?
Look, my morning starts at 5.30am when my autistic 3 yo gets up. If I am lucky he goes to sleep at 9.30 pm. I also homeschool my 7 yo with severe anxiety disorder and obsessive compulsive disorder. By contrast, my teenage years which were busy and full on were a piece of cake! Things are not easier because one is no longer a teenager. Life doesn’t become easier and less busy because you cross this magic line of adulthood
bah humbug!
I have a bedtime. I have homework. I have to sign off now, but I’ll be back tomorrow AFTER school.
There it is again, exactly what I’m talking about. Prima, I want to kiss you. This is exactly what I’m talking about.
Further:
We have tons of whiny bastards liks Garfield who think they should recieve some sort of accolade for doing shit that is purely on a voluntary basis. Oh, you’re so busy! Gee, that must be a bitch. Are you forced to work 14 hours a day in a fish cannery, or something?
Lexicon
you may kiss me. Just don’t try to breed with me OK? I’m knee deep in weird kids as it is and I don’t need any more. While I like to blame Mr Primaflora’s genes, there is no evidence they are responsible.
I would like to thank you folks for keeping this thread alive LONG after I got over my little snit. I seem to have touched a nerve. Maybe it will still live when I get pissed off about this topic again. Which, if I continue to listen to Garfield, ought to be in about ten minutes.
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D’oh!
I meant:
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Groups? Clubs? Oh poleeeeeeeeze. Will your lights or water get shut off if you miss one too many club meetings? Will your car get repossessed or your home foreclosed leaving you and your children on the street if you fail to show up to a few group activities? Does slacking off in school just because you feel like it cause you to harmfully neglect a small child or baby for whom you are solely responsible? Does skipping school a few days in a row cause you to loose your only source of income?
I am not going to get into the “When I was your age I had to walk to school barefoot, uphill both ways, in a blizzard. . . .” type of argument. You have no idea the problems I, or any other adult had when we were teenagers nor do we know your problems. There are some teenagers out there who have it pretty damn rough and some adults out there who don’t have a care in the world (can you say Anna Nicole Smith?) but generally speaking, stating that the teenage years are the hardest is nothing but a line of bullshit.
Using your logic, wouldn’t life be hardest for infants? After all, they must learn to talk, crawl, use the potty, every day is like the first day of work. If I interpret you correctly, are you saying that responsibilities and problems increase as we age and are better able to handle them? I have no problem with this and even agree with you, totally. But then you contradict yourself to say that teenage years are the hardest. Wouldn’t all years be equally hard as we mature to adapt to our problems?
No one is saying that the teenage years are easy, they are not, but to claim that they are the hardest is a huge load of crap. With few exception, the livelihood and even the survival of other beings is not placed upon your shoulders. You have the luxury of making decisions that will only affect yourself. The consequences are yours and yours alone. As a responsible single parent, I can’t wake up tomorrow and decide to quit my job because I have mom and dad to clothe, feed, and shelter me. Bills and kids and house payments and jobs and groceries that need buying and laundry and yard work and parenting and car maintenance and doctor bills and barfing kids in the middle of the night and dentist appointments and little league games and leaking roofs and dripping faucets and parent teacher conference and flat tires and stitches from skateboard wipeouts. . . . none of these things can be put on hold just because I had an argument with my mom and decided to lock myself in my room and pout for the rest of the night. They don’t go away until I feel like dealing with them. They don’t care if I only got 3 hours of sleep last night and want to sleep. They don’t care if I am puking my guts out from the flu.
When you are a parent you don’t have the option, you just do it.
Jeesh, I hope you don’t wear yourself out. :rolleyes: