Part of the reason teenagers are characterized as being bored is because, as childhood’s thrill of new life wears off, we are hit about then with a sobering realization: This is about all there is to it. Kind of like the day after Christmas. “Oh…these toys.” Try to wake up, eat breakfast (probably cereal), do school, eat lunch, get done with school, clean up the house, loaf around, do things you need to do before supper, eat supper, do things you have to do before bed, go to bed, try to sleep, try to wake up, eat breakfast (probably cereal)…. That’s basically how it is, and that’s how it is when you go to college, and that’s how it is when you get out of college, (except you work instead of doing school) and even after you get married that’s the way it is. Then you retire, but you’ll probably still have to work or loaf around for a large portion of your day. You start to think during your teenage years that there are only two options: you can be bored like that for the rest of your life, or you can explode (which, oddly enough, is boring too). We want something extraordinary to burst though. Beauty has a way of doing that for me. The sudden breathlessness, the fascination, the locking of the eyes, the tightness in the throat — it shatters everything for an instant. Then it’s gone. Breakfast time. (Probably cereal.) What are we suppose to make of this?
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 16:08:06 +0000
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