Youth

Looking around at my peers, I see reckless, careless, parts of a whole. Almost no one is an individual, except for me. I don’t see the fun in binge drinking, in smoking, in hooking up with strangers multiple times a week. So I sit back and watch, and I can’t help feeling bad for all these people. They waste their youth trying to act like “adults,” but their definition of an adult is any answer to the question: “what can I legally do at the age of 18 or 21?” As an outsider, I sit on the sidelines watching young “adults” making mistakes that they will regret later. I am different from my peers and I am especially different from my closest friends. So what does this feel like? It’s lonely, slightly boring, and very frustrating. Everyone is so willing to do the same thing, the “acceptable” thing, that they fail to recognize how their actions affect others. Selfishness and rudeness seem to be the new “cool,” the new “trend,” the new definition of youth. Being an outsider gives you immense perspective on your surroundings, but sometimes, the new perspectives you discover are not always great ones...

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