The worst part about growing up is that you can't complain about stupid things as much. Almost everyone wishes that they have someone who cares enough to listen to ever stupid detail you have to complain about. As a kid those people who were forced to listen were your parents. They had no choice but to listen to you whether they cared or not about the paper cut you got on your pinky finger.
Nowadays, if I go up to my mom or dad and start complaining endlessly about a paper cut I got in school they'd probably sigh and walk away. To be fair to myself I don't complain about things as small as a paper cut but it's the idea.
Also, now that I'm older I bear the responsibility of having to listen and care about younger children's stories about their own adventures and paper cuts.
It's like a cycle.
Nowadays, if I go up to my mom or dad and start complaining endlessly about a paper cut I got in school they'd probably sigh and walk away. To be fair to myself I don't complain about things as small as a paper cut but it's the idea.
Also, now that I'm older I bear the responsibility of having to listen and care about younger children's stories about their own adventures and paper cuts.
It's like a cycle.
I don't know, I hear a lot of stupid complaints from some teenagers....
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