Entry: Pajama Pantsed Fist Shaker From Hell! Saturday, August 28, 2004



A sign that I'm old:  everytime I see a group of teenagers out and about on the street - I instantly think they're up to no good.

I've become the kind of old person who hates the kind of young person I used to be... who ironically hated the kind of old person I've become.  It's a viscious circle of close-mindedness that chaffes against my self percieved perfectly well balanced personality.

Is knowing you're being rediculously judgemental any defence?  Or does it make it worse?

   7 comments

Alaxeria
September 2, 2004   12:00 PM PDT
 
this is so fun ^.^
AnotherMan
August 30, 2004   08:16 AM PDT
 
...and only after reaching this late stage, do I understand why the teens think ...we know nothing...they forget we were there...that we were possibly born aged as we currently are, that is reality to them
Fire-fingers
August 29, 2004   05:42 AM PDT
 
At least if you realize you're being judgemental, you can make an effort to change that outlook....
raejane
August 29, 2004   02:30 AM PDT
 
I went out with a group of friends the other night.. just the girls.
We were totally dissapointed when the 'younger' guys weren't staring at us... when did this switch happen??

Perhaps they sensed we were moms...and thats just ewwy.
Halcyon
August 29, 2004   01:23 AM PDT
 
read this strip; http://machall.com/?strip_id=294. its a must.
i thought they were pyjama pants old boy
DesertTimes
August 28, 2004   05:35 PM PDT
 
Damn. Well, I don't have any "scary teenager" stories to tell....but after having been a teenager some time ago, I KNOW that they are typically up to something. Whether or not it is "no good" is determined by each individual.....but on the moral scale.....it usually tips to the "no good" side. As far as the judgemental factor...I thrive on being judgemental. It seperates the masses...haha.
Gloria
August 28, 2004   05:15 PM PDT
 
I'm a teenager and I automatically assume the worst about groups of teenagers as well.

It probably stems from the time when I was six and a bunch robbed my grandmother while she was taking us home from school. Never really trusted them ever since.

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