The problem with being a teenager.. is the ambiguity of it.
I ask you, can you define a teenager?
You would reply, someone around 18 years old.
Then what exactly does that mean? It doesn’t mean much would it?
People define adults as individuals who are able to think maturely and make correct decisions, by theory anyway.
Children are young and therefore may make wrong decisions. How many times have we seen a toddler do something wrong and people brush it off with “He’s just a child. He doesn’t know right from wrong.”
What about teenagers?
Teenagers… well… we call them young adults. Adults, in the sense that they are supposed to know how to make the right decisions. But young, suggests that they still don’t know right from wrong.
Now, I am a teenager. And when I make my decisions, I make it in the interest of myself. I know right from wrong, so my decisions aren’t amoral or against the law. But after I decide something, my parents would come along and yell.
“Fred! You’re supposed to consult us before you do anything! We are your parents!”
So I learn. And the next time I make a decision, I would delay and reply, “Let me ask my parents first.”
Then I get yelled at again.
“Fred! You’re eighteen! Almost an adult! Can’t you make decisions by yourself?!”
So now, I just sit and play dumb like a rock.
When people ask me anything, I reply “hmm.”