Growing Pains

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.

If Our Roles Were Switched

If I were my own parent I'd honestly be exhausted. At home, it seems that all I tend to do is complain about how much I disagree with school. Now, my parents don't act negatively or tired towards my complaining, which I am very grateful for. But if I were my parents I would act the complete opposite. Maybe it's because I'm very impatient when it comes to adolescent issues even though I have many of them and am an adolescent myself. 

I would think along the lines of:

Wow, how can someone dislike school so much. Was I like this at her age? Maybe there's something fundamentally wrong with her. Hopefully she'll grow out of it when she goes to college. Or maybe it will get worse... I'm really looking forward to that...