I got to go out for supper with my nephew and his posse tonight. They varied in age from 16 to 18. His posse is a group of "just friends" that includes him, another boy and two girls. My sister and I were the old fogies at that table.
We went to a Mexican restaurant and I have to say that one of the girls really got on my nerves. Maybe I'm just not used to being immersed in a group of teenagers. She's a very tall blonde with a bad hair color job. I'm guessing she is close to 17 and soooooo immature. Her brains do not match her boobs.
Oh. My. Word.
I bit down hard on my tongue as she said over and over, "Guys, quit looking down my shirt." Ummm. Pull it up sweetheart is what I was thinking, but I said nothing. Every time she laughed her whole body vibrated from head to toe. She was really bugging me.
My nephew always speaks glowingly of this girl. She's one of his best friends. I can't choose them for him and my sister likes her.
At a recent choral concert she wore see through leggings and a tunic barely long enough to cover her behind. My sister says she's just "into fashion". Okie dokie, then.
I don't have children of my own and when I am thrust into the middle of them, it's a strange experience. I feel like I'm on safari studying some of sort of newly discovered species that I absolutely do not understand. Their behaviors mystify me and warrant more study.
I'm struck by the fact that if I were their age that I wouldn't fit into their group. I was too shy, too quiet, and too reserved. I never liked drawing attention to myself and they obviously do. There's nothing wrong with that. Their type of loud fun hurts no one even if it makes the old fogie aunt cringe.
At least I got invited to come along. That part of it is priceless.
CW



