the teenager that i am and am not
I was waiting for my friend at a shopping centre today. I had some errands to run before seeing her and, as I often do, I severely overestimated the amount of time I'd need and ended up having to wait for over an hour. I came prepared with a book, so I wasn't too upset about having to waste some time there. I found a free table in the fairly empty food court area, plugged in my ever-dying phone and pulled out a book from my bag. I couldn't stay focused for too long, though, as groups of teenagers started passing me by or sitting at the tables around. I checked the time; it was nearing 3PM, so it made sense that the shopping centre was slowly, but surely becoming crowded with teens. A group of boys sat across from me, all wearing white shirts under puffer jackets and carrying plastic trays full of food from various fast food joints surrounding us. That's when I was hit with the realisation, which I have around 3 times a month on average — I am definitely no...
