I know what your thinking 'why is this amazingly talented young woman taking precious moments out of her busy, hectic and exciting life to write pointless blogs detailing what is happening in her life just to fulfill our need to know more facts about this enigma of a person' well your right, but the thing is, i have done almost nothing over the entirety of this school holiday. I could never ridicule someone because of their age, if theres a young child screaming in tesco's because their mother won't buy them a Fab! i don't look on the mother with some kind of disrespect and challenge her parenting skills, thats because for one, i ham not a mother and second because i have a young brother that age who has many a time flicked me in the knee caps because i wouldn't buy him a Bratz Lucky bag (he likes their big eyes) and i certainly wouldn't poke fun at an elderly woman edging her way through town with 17 shopping bags and a scowl on her face, im 15 a The biggest threat i could ever cause is to inflict great ridicule on myself when im dancing down The Instore/Poundstretcher isles to those CD's they play with 43 year old pub singers who work as part time bouncers at the bowling alley singing there own terrifically bad rendition of James Blunt's beautiful. Just because there are those kids my age who do turn that dark path with knife crime and happyslapping, i am not one of them. All i was doing was walking, i had my earphones in, and i was squinting, not in the elton john kind of way, to any other perso No! it was 9 in the morning and i couldn't even see straight let alone attack her for her sainsbury's bag of mcol's grocerys, i was just bumbling along making sure i was on the actual path and not on the path in which an oncoming car would be travelling. When she actually did this, it was like a knife to my heart, i wasn't carrying a brown bag concealing a bottle of whiskey or raving in the middle of the road. Anyway, to my disgust, she crossed the road.
To be honest it was 9 in the morning and i had pulled on some jeans and a new jumper and even that had the peace logo on the back which until now i didn't think provoked any threat, perhaps if i was setting free two doves and wearing a replica of the popes hat she would have believed my opt for peace. For teenagers my age, it tends to be immaturity and the usual issues that accompany that golden age of that age we label 'teen', the thing i don't understand is the look of the distaste i was given today when i was walking to the shop for an aero (Mint not the chocolate one that's just a ripped of wispa) a woman maybe 5o/55 was walking towards me with this bag of shopping from god knows, it was a sainsburys bag but she probably went prepared with it to Jacksons, who's bags wouldn't even live up to co-ops standards.Īnyway, i was wearing no particular threatening clober, such as a holster equipped with 9mm or a natzi branded headband. Age? i hear the tone of doubt in your voice, whatever age we are, or you are it is certain that you are looked on with critism. Tonight, or early morning whichever is best suited for your taste i would like to discuss the long dispuited topic of age. I was thinking to myself lately, that it's time i discussed a serious issue, (of course with a slight humorous tone, else i wouldn't be the person you know and love :) so this early morning addition at 3:00am, sat at my dads house my young brothers happy garglings of youth just in ear's reach from his room.