I just came back from visiting the high school where my boyfriend works as a school counselor. I love high school kids. They are so real. Their hearts haven’t been calcified by bad relationships and SUV entrapments on the 405.
I connected with one girl who likes horror and Goth music by telling her that the last time I went to my father’s house I was greeted with a life-size sculpture of him made out of wood. When I share this with adults they look at me and say, “Good for him!” Only a high school girl can connect with the comedy of parent-weirdness. I’m not opposed to the idea that I haven’t grown out of my own teen angst….
Just for today, I can love my inner-teen.