Yeah, I’m about to go all the way back to the angsty-fucking-ridiculous-completely-unnecessary-waaaaaah-poor-me-style whine sessions.
To provide a proper introduction I’ll initiate this sesh by saying straight up that I HATE living with teenagers. Us adults (young, old, or middle aged) are the only ones who possess the wisdom that high school - and all of the petty emotional baggage that accompanied it - was purely stupid. Who honestly has that much time to invest such emotion into topics like “I like this boy, I’m in love, but I don’t want to ruin a friendship, WAH” or “Like oh my god, my nail salon is going out of business, where ever shall I go to get over priced, awful looking segments of acrylic super glued to my fingers, WAH”, or the absolute pinnacle of teenage mellow drama, “She’s supposed to be my friend, HOW could she do this to me, WAAAAH”.
So, teenage girls, stfu.
Plain and simple. You need to get the hell over it.
Stop bitching about insignificant bullshit and move on with your life. Think you’re so much better than high school and “sooooo over it”?
GOOD. If so, none of this should bother you anymore, at all, ever.
It’s not that you have to be an emotionless zombie to be considered mature. Maturity comes from the experience that NONE of that bs matters, ever did, and likely never will.
Unless you’re a teenager.