The Only Thing I Miss About Being a Teenager
Teenage angst tangled up in intense obsessions…yup
I’ll be the first to admit that I was an A-grade brat as a teenager.
I was always a good kid in general, but for a couple of years during that oh-so-awkward pubescent phase, I really believe that I was the worst version of myself, especially towards my family.
I was always angry. Would snap at the slightest provocation (AKA when I thought someone was using the wrong tone with me. This can still tick me off pretty bad even today although not as violently).
My only refuge and catharsis was music. I lived and breathed rock music. It spoke to me at a spiritual level like nothing else did. At first I found heavier rock too harsh, but it grew on me. I came to love and admire the intricate melodies, incredible shifts from soft to heavy and back again, extremely intelligent lyrics, soul-baring guitar riffs and instrumentals, guttural freeing screams— all of it.
It let me express my pain, frustration and pent-up rage — generally what is referred to as teenage angst — a term used by condescending adults who dismiss your struggles and trauma as…drama. However, when it’s happening to you, it feels so overwhelmingly intense and all-consuming.
I definitely don’t miss all the awkwardness and crushing anxiety.
I do miss REALLY feeling things. I don’t fully know how to describe it. But I do feel like my emotions were much stronger during my teenage years.
Nowadays, despite not being that old, I feel like my emotions have definitely toned down. Although it could be a sign of maturity and of being able to be in more control. I miss the very opposite — being able to feel intensely and express yourself with abandon and at the same time, having the cover of simply being…a crazy teenager.
That ends this train of thought. More to follow. Soon I hope!