I follow Beta Dad's blog. He and his wife are raising twin girls. In commenting on one of his posts I had mentioned I had two sons 20 years apart. He gave me new inspiration to ponder. The idea was about the differences in the generations of teenagers.
When I was a teen it was the late 60's and early 70's. The generation known as the baby boomers, but then we were called the generation of sex, drugs & rock n roll. It's so strange to think of my life back then. I was really into rock music; Stones, Doors, Joplin, Hendrix, Jefferson Airplane. Wow, this is really weird.
No, I didn't go to Woodstock. I can remember being at my sister's house in Florida and watching clips of it on the news. I think that was the summer of 69 and I was 16. I lived through so much of what is now considered history, probably ancient to some.
THIS WASN'T SUPPOSE TO POST NOW!!! Computer blinked & went crazy when it came back on, so this post is still in progress.
I really hated high school. There was this one boy who tormented me all the time. He made my life miserable. He just doesn't know how fortunate he is that I was a different person then. I was so timid I wouldn't take up for myself. Now I realize he helped make me who I am today. I may be a Christian, but I wouldn't have put up with his crap now for one second.
I think the older I get, the meaner I get and I'm really not a mean person. It's just that I've been through so much in my life that I've decided not to put up with anything I don't want to. For example, back this spring I was at the gas station. I was pumping gas minding my own business and this bunch of young boys started a shouting match across the parking lot. Seemed like two groups that were mad at each other and they were being vividly vocal and more so.
I kept thinking this is a public place, I have the right to be here & not listen to this & they're gonna stop any minute now. Well, I had had enough! Let me say here, when I scream, people shut up! I told them exactly what I thought about their display and I don't think I used any nasty words except for CRAP (which seems to be my motto lately). And I demanded an answer. I remember screaming "Do you think this is any way to act in public?" And I kept screaming questions like that until I started hearing some "no mams & yes mams & sorry mams".
And to top it off, there was a man sitting in a car at the next pump and he said to me, "I'm glad you told them that, they don't need to be talking that way in public." I thought to myself, "why in the CRAP didn't YOU call them down then?" By then I was too mad and too hoarse to say anything so I shut up.
I don't suppose this would have had the same end results, say if I had been in New York City, Miami, LA or other large city. But this is the south, in a sparsely populated county, in a rural area where most people here have lived all there lives. Most everybody knows everybody except us. We're the newcomers, the outsiders, the city (LOL) folks that moved here 17 years ago! Yeah, no you can't know what I mean. Back when I was going regular to church, there was a family there that had moved here 20 years ago and the husband made a statement about that they were just beginning to be accepted.
THIS MAY TAKE AWHILE!!! I had more to say than I thought I did, but I really got to go wash dishes.