My Teenage Existential Crisis
Ever since last weekend when I was with my dad and he mentioned working and working at ———-I’ve thought about getting a job and college and the future and I’m stressed.
To be honest the thought of working scares me and always has. I remember even two or three years having people ask me what I wanted to do when I grow up or what type of job I was gonna get as a teenager would make my stomach hurt, but only for a fleeting moment before remembering I had a few years to figure it out.
Now I’m fourteen. Now I’m a teenager. Now I’ve been a teenager for two years. Now I have no excuses. No time to think. Nothing, just figure it out. Do this. Do that. Plan this. Plan that.
And the thing is there are so many options of what to do and how that make it even more difficult. There’s a lot of hard work and pressure involved into being a teenager, no wonder we’re dramatic, mad and always stressed.
You adults would be too if you guys were finding out where to go college, when to go(if you should take a gap year), grades, getting a job, going to a job and being scared dealing with customers and other people(social anxiety), more social anxiety and peer pressure.
No wonder we take drugs and party all the time or at least that’s what people generalize about us(teenagers). The teens who do that are trying to escape this prison of questions with no answer. A prison within the mind that you can’t leave. Teens are getting bullied & hurting themselves over this stuff and no one seems to care.
I was anxious and no one cared until I had a panic attack in front of them. Most adults, but my mom, and people didn’t care until they saw me crying, saw me out of breath. I’m stressed, I’m really stressed. I’m not perfect and I’m stressed. Dealing with all this is a lot.
Give me-Give Us- Give Us Teens Some Credit.