I have a bone to pick. Ok what does that even mean??? How about I have a case to rest; a quarrel to settle.
Ever since I can remember, I have been the child displaced from children my own age and, either by choice or chosen upon, has played with the big kids. This has NEVER dissatisfied me. In fact, I actually prefer it. My older brothers have shown me a thing or two about being tough. My parents never settled for immaturity and juvenile attitudes. I have been guided well in the big kid world. Because of my young quasi training, I became very observant of the world around me. Now for present tense. I still am always aware of my surroundings. In social settings, I MOSTLY act according to what is appropriate and what is beneficial for myself.
Now for my point.
My behavior seems shocking to most people. They feel it doesn't act in accordance to their standards of how THEY think I should. Why? Because apparently, there is some direct correlation, probably devised by Archimedes or Barbara Walters, between behavior and age. This principle of Behavioral Tendencies of Age clearly defines that if I, a 19-year-old girl, am placed in situation A, the results will always turn out with the answer of Y. As in, Y on earth is she so immature?!? Believe you me, I know how teenage girls act. I know how they are. I know what they like and I know how they like it. I am NOT suggesting that I am completely above and removed from these stereotypes. Fact: I am a fan of BSB. I can name every member of their band as well. I love the early years of Britney. The "Hit Me Baby One More Time" album got me through some of the hardest points in my life. Including last weeks Sociology paper. I understand the importance of abbreviating words to better emphasize a point. For instance, that girl last week was buggin' but whatev. I owned every color scrunchie in elementary school only for the sake of sporting it on my left wrist. Non-dominate hand rule. So I state again that I am not trying to disregard my role as a teenage girl. I am boldly stating in opposition to this principle of behavior and age that not every girl will blame their tempermental ways on PMS or emo influences. I CAN have intelligent conversations and I DO have aspirations and goals for my future. If I could count how many time guys here have asked me I were either going into Communications, Elementary Education, or Beauty School then I'd be a rich woman. There is nothing WRONG with these professions- I know a lot of respectable women who do the above and seem on top of the world. But I can pick a desirable line of study outside of these choices.
Please don't think I'm looking for extra compliment comments on my blog the next time I log on. Although that IS the highlight of having my own account. (Comments are priceless). I guess I'm just tired of the same reaction from people. From adults who trust their children in my care but once my age is disclosed, all respect is lost. Or from guys who will get to know me and do one of two things when the number 19 is brought to their attention... A.) Tell me I'm lying. Because no 19 year-old can behave like this. Or B.) Change their mind about asking me out. Give me a break people!
I have thought about this for some time now. And because I am a problem solver, I have made an idea list for possible solutions to this unsettled score. Such as legally changing my age or learning how to drop-kick. But as the reader... I am also open to your thoughts. Maybe the best idea would be to swallow my words and let Britney heal my wounds.
Can't people just take me SERIOUSLY!? :)
November
4 years ago
10 comments:
I think I'm going to keep a chart in the office. I will call it "the daily maturity level of the S.P.A.'s". Whoever is the most mature for the week, gets a prize.
You can be at the top today. That's 1 for you. Zero for K., N., and A. They aren't here at the moment, so you win by default. Yea You!
I would just count yourself lucky. That is just one more way to weed out the duds of the dating world. Their loss.
Since it's hard to legally change one's age, I'd go for the drop kick option.
And, well, I think I need to learn that, because even though I've got age on my side, I still look around 20. sigh. It's getting better, but in my own little world, I feel your pain!
(This is heidi, by the way. I'm stalking you thanks to Jenn.)
cool blog. I am not saying that you are not mature but you did spell my name with a "C" instead of a "K" like it should. the oscar part was pretty funny though. see ya!
I agree with Debbie indubidubly (and yes that is a word and heck yeah i spelled it correctly). Let's be honest Caroline you are kick ASS! Should I have sensored that? I know you can handle it.
I had no idea you were getting certified in ASL!! That's what I have always wanted! Well yeah we are all so excited for Tyler!!!
and I LOVE your blog! I am jealous of people that can write eloquently. I guess being a math major doesn't help with my writing abilities. Anyway I miss you, but I am glad that you are having so much fun in Utah!!! My first year was rough too, but I'm glad that you are now in the "LOVING-IT" stage. :)
You're pretty darn cute, if you ask me. Mature or not.
As for me coming to BYU with you... well I honestly and deeply contemplated that this summer. And can you believe that I still chose ASU?? Miss you like mad! XO
get a tattoo... that'll show everyone.
You seem to have a problem with Communication majors. I don't know that I appreciate that. ; ) At any rate, you're nearly out of your teen years, so just relax. I've seen you act like a teen girl and I also know that you are very mature too. You're a great balance. Try to enjoy every stage of life you are in though because one day you'll be old like me and you can't get away with hitting anyone one more time.
Since I just found your blog, I'm commenting on old posts, hope you don't mind.
That 19 thing, yea, time will take care of it. At that age everyone thought I was older too. The term they used was "poised" - like it was a bad thing!
Now, just a couple decades older, they think I'm younger then I am.
Not a bad trade for someone with the patience to appreciate it.
p.s. I love your writing!
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