hoodlums. that's what i thought today while i was at the pharmacy. i escaped work due to a splitting headache so i went on the hunt for advil. a nearby school had let out for lunch and flocks of students flooded/invaded the pharmacy. i was so annoyed at the lanky teanagers taking over the shop, yelling and being quite boistrous. i glanced over at some girls in the hairdye aisle and thought of how rediculous they looked. i was so incredibly annoyed at these kids who were in line in front of me with their cokes and chocolat bars! all i wanted was to take my drugs and go back to work.
on my way back to work i realized that i was exactly like that as a teanager! i wore combat boots with fishnets and plaid skirts. i had bad haircuts, (although not as awfull as the emo-look kids are sporting today, i'd like to think i never would have done that to myself) i was boistrous and rude everywhere i went. i thought i was top-shit. that i ruled the world because i was just that punk.
kinda sad how things have changed. how much i've grown up is scary sometimes. i'm glad i'm not rude. thank god i've learned to have empathy for "elders" and other people. i no longer dress as if i have to prove to people how "punk" i am. what i miss is having the attitude i used to have. don't get me wrong; if i have something to say i'm going to make you hear it. but i guess i miss the feeling that i can rule the world. i've been hit by reality and it sucks. i miss the good old days of going to shows and sitting on the speakers to keep them from shaking of the stage...of braking ribs in the pit...of sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night...skipping school to drink and lounge around at the park.
i've accepted the new "older" me. i'm still a badass at heart. i'd like to think i'm still cool.
tonight i'll go home and look at look through my photo album to remind myself just how cool i was and how cool i am now. sometimes you need to do that for yourself.
{on a side note; i'll be getting my half leg finished on saturday at the montreal tattoo convention! yay!}
on my way back to work i realized that i was exactly like that as a teanager! i wore combat boots with fishnets and plaid skirts. i had bad haircuts, (although not as awfull as the emo-look kids are sporting today, i'd like to think i never would have done that to myself) i was boistrous and rude everywhere i went. i thought i was top-shit. that i ruled the world because i was just that punk.
kinda sad how things have changed. how much i've grown up is scary sometimes. i'm glad i'm not rude. thank god i've learned to have empathy for "elders" and other people. i no longer dress as if i have to prove to people how "punk" i am. what i miss is having the attitude i used to have. don't get me wrong; if i have something to say i'm going to make you hear it. but i guess i miss the feeling that i can rule the world. i've been hit by reality and it sucks. i miss the good old days of going to shows and sitting on the speakers to keep them from shaking of the stage...of braking ribs in the pit...of sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night...skipping school to drink and lounge around at the park.
i've accepted the new "older" me. i'm still a badass at heart. i'd like to think i'm still cool.
tonight i'll go home and look at look through my photo album to remind myself just how cool i was and how cool i am now. sometimes you need to do that for yourself.
{on a side note; i'll be getting my half leg finished on saturday at the montreal tattoo convention! yay!}
tiger_fodder:
That is how I feel as well. It does not get any easier. I am having a bit of trouble with getting older now that I am past 40. It sounds so damn old. I want to see pics of the ink when you are done!
