The Issue Of My Teen Angst

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To contradict what I said just over a month ago, things are good and I 'm not complaining. Well I should correct myself, I 'm not complaining about my own personal life but the world around all of it is still a little crazy. Like that wild American election, I 'll complain about that. Or the fact that it’s snowing and my brown, toasty heart is cold. Also let 's not forget that they killed Paris Geller on Scandal, of course I 'll complain about that because Paris Geller was (and soon, will be) one of the most iconic supporting characters of the 2000s.
I used to complain a lot about everything. Not in a funny haha kind of way, but more of a 'let-me-whine-about-everything ' kind of way (alternatively called: the pop-punk phase). I used to blog about my teen angst as well. Again, it wasn 't really good. Or funny. But it would have made a great pop-punk anthem and damn right I was in a fictional pop-punk band (working names: Suicide Blonde or Clinging To a Scheme). This little WordPress blog was a home for all of my pubescent thoughts about whatever my mind drifted to. To be honest with you, I haven 't really thought about the overly-emotional posts that I launched into the blogosphere in a few years. That blog was destined for internet purgatory, but was never purified for viral heaven.
Yesterday night, I was taken on a trip down memory lane known as Tourist Attraction, the teen-angst fueled blog that I kept during my first year of university. It was public diary to gain insights into my jaded mind... or that 's at least what I told people. Realistically, it was just a place to try and organize my thoughts that I didn 't mind sharing with people around me.
Everything on the blog was categorized into two different sections: rambles...

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...did not think I was that person anymore. I watched her face after these thoughts ran through my mind and I see a comforting smile.
When she looked at me, I knew that smile. It was one that was genuine and loving. When she uttered the words that gave me a minor anxiety attack, she meant it with no ill-intent. She meant my quirks are still the same. I still romanticize everything, I still ramble (but now with jokes!), and I still write about these thoughts in my head. These posts with the nefarious titles are only three years old. Sure, a lot has happened in three years, but I think what these posts show is growth.
I went from a kid who was writing about heartbreak in cryptic and listening to sad white guys telling about heartbreak to a kid who is more open about his personal experiences and spins some De La Soul as he cleans.
I can 't complain about that.

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