I wonder if I should start talking about all the little things about life I’ve come to realize and that I “just know” and assume other people have figured out, because I really don’t think the vast, vast, vast majority of them have the fundamentals figured out.

And I’m not just talking about your typical “stupid teenager” that binge drinks and has multiple partners without protection, they’re the most obvious example. I’m talking about the ones who do have some semblance of their shit together and have finally realized that the planet doesn’t revolve around them, but are still stuck in some dead-end relationship, utterly blind to or in denial of the incompatibility they have with their partner. I’m talking about the ones who are very responsible, holding down a job and a good grade point average, and who are really cool to talk to, but whose lifestyles include fucking everything with a sex organ and smoking anything that can be burned. I’m talking about that incredibly intelligent kid with a full ride to the college of his or her choice, but without a lick of common sense, social skills, or confidence.

I’m talking about every smart, somewhat mature teen, and adult too, who is blatantly unaware of who they really are and why they keep fucking things up, making themselves depressed, and pissing everyone off.

And this is not to say I’m so superior. I’m not, at all. I’ve had shit before - in fact, the first scenario I mentioned about being in a dead-end relationship was me, one year ago. I’ve had shit, and I have shit now. Plenty of it. I am still young and stupid. But I am aware of it, at least to a degree, and I make an effort to fix it, every day.

And therein lies the difference.

/sermon