Teenagers have more drama than a four-act Shakespearian stage production. I cannot fathom how they maneuver through each and every day like the world is coming to a complete end because boyfriends aren’t acting right, girlfriends are witches, and life just isn’t being fair to them.
Since the baby boy came home from school there have been too many teenagers streaming in and out of my home. Streaming in and out with drama like you wouldn’t believe. I had gotten use to the peace and quiet so it’s been a bit disconcerting to say the least.
Kids today aren’t like they were back in my day. I’m not sure if their issues are just indicative of our small town environment or not but these kids baffle me. I’m appalled at the lack of work ethic, the sense of entitlement and privilege, and this me-me-me attitude they all seem to possess. Even my own kid is racking my nerves thinking that his rise to adulthood should be about his good time being at mommy’s expense.
This is a generation that thinks gratification must come now or they’re going to miss out on it all together. Life is supposed to be all fun and games and to hell with hard work. Where they get off thinking that what they want should just be handed to them on a silver platter, wrapped up all pretty with a satin bow is beyond my comprehension.
My father made me work. I was eight-years old working weekends and summers in his appliance store cleaning used refrigerators. To this day I still detest the smell of a fridge that’s been turned off for any length of time. By the time I was twelve I could manage an office and staff without blinking an eye. At the age of fifteen I was bidding on government contracts for my godfather’s tool business. We won’t even mention my mother making me learn how to sew, cook, and clean on the side so I could be a good wife someday.
My very special new friend picked cotton in Southern heat as a little boy. By the time he was fifteen he was helping his mother support his younger siblings. We both shake our heads each time our own balk at simple chores but always have a hand out expecting it to be filled.
Most adults know drama. Work, family, and just the basic art of survival would make for an interesting late night movie. These kids today don’t have a clue.
My father made me work. I was eight-years old working weekends and summers in his appliance store cleaning used refrigerators. To this day I still detest the smell of a fridge that’s been turned off for any length of time. By the time I was twelve I could manage an office and staff without blinking an eye. At the age of fifteen I was bidding on government contracts for my godfather’s tool business. We won’t even mention my mother making me learn how to sew, cook, and clean on the side so I could be a good wife someday.
My very special new friend picked cotton in Southern heat as a little boy. By the time he was fifteen he was helping his mother support his younger siblings. We both shake our heads each time our own balk at simple chores but always have a hand out expecting it to be filled.
Most adults know drama. Work, family, and just the basic art of survival would make for an interesting late night movie. These kids today don’t have a clue.
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I know I shouldn't generalize and lump all young people into that group because clearly, much like yourself, there are many out here today more than willing to pull their weight. Sadly though, there are far too many who are't.
Thanks for stopping by.
Deborah