I know there’s a good reason for the generation gap. I’ve given this a lot of thought, because my friends range in age from 18 to 53.
Adolescents seem to think their lives are terribly horrible. Adults seem to think that adolescents are overly-dramatic.
They’re both right.
Adolescents’ lives ARE horrible…and they ARE overly-dramatic about it. I don’t know if any of the “grown-ups” in here have ever gone back and read your diaries from high school, but…yowza.
I actually thought that it cosmically MATTERED if that geek trumpet player noticed me.
I actually thought it was HARD to get up and go to school every morning.
I actually thought I was making a STATEMENT by listening to the Cure instead of Whitney Houston.
I actually thought we were COOL for dancing down the middle of the street at 2 in the morning in January in Michigan. Okay, okay, so that part was cool.
I’m watching a friend who just turned 21 going through these things. She’s been hanging out with the “goffkids” less and less, because she can’t believe how tiresome, self-important, and melodramatic these kids are. I told her, “You’re just jumping the gun on turning into a grown-up. It just keeps getting better.” I say “getting better” to her, because the more inane and drah-matic the adolescents around me act, the happier I am that I am a grown-up.
When an adolescent goes through a relationship crisis, he or she feels like “This is the worst thing that’s every happened! NO one can possibly feel pain like this and live!” The grown-up thinks, “Well, this sucks significant ass, but it WILL eventually be overwith, I will have learned this lesson, and I’ll never have to feel precisely like this again.”
Folks blame the adults for the generation gap, but there’s fault on both sides. Adolescents think that no one else has gone through the same feelings or had the same problems…and even if they somehow did, they didn’t feel them with the same DEPTH!!! that they do. Whereas adults know the kids are full of hooey, that other people have, yes, discovered that their boyfriends were sleeping with their best friends and lived to tell the tale, and that no matter what shocking and daring thing they’re doing, one of us has done it before.
I have a kind of contemptuous compassion for teenagers. I’m contemptuous because they’re generally so goddamned ungrounded, but compassionate because I know they THINK they are. Strangely, this makes many of them feel that they can talk to me, because I don’t feed them bullshit.