I guess teens would be my pet peeve. As a teenager, I am in the midst of teenagers and can't leave (yet).
I hate to sound bitter/cynical, but this really grinds my gears. By 'this', I mean the topic of...teenagers.
I cannot take seriously adolescents who take themselves so seriously. Enraged hormones lie at the basis for every action, whether it be fooling yourself to think you're in love, fooling yourself to think you're the top of the world, fooling yourself to think you're not a fool with your pants on the ground. Teenagers are so self-centered and sensitive, it's enough to literally drive me crazy. Teens have a horrible lack of ability to appropriately correlate mind and actions; teens can have mature thoughts and immature actions, or immature thoughts and immature actions. [Taking AP classes doesn't always make you smart, kiddoes.]
Now, here's where the complexity kicks in: when I say teenagers, I definitely do not exclude myself. I have ugly emotions, immature thought processes, and the dreaded internal alliance of narcissism and low self-esteem. My hormones also run crazily and a lot of times I want to be lazy, procrastinate, an eat junk. I am a teenager, an I cannot escape that.
"So," ask myself, "how are you able to get your head over stupid waters?"
Well, I have an answer: self-awareness, and all related concepts. I used to be a horribly prime example of a teenager, with obsession to falsely-romantic entanglement (otherwise called "infatuation") and unhealthy freak outs of low and high self-esteem. HOWEVER, however however however...I learn from mistakes. If I do something stupid that doesn't end up well, I DON'T DO IT AGAIN. I gain whatever knowledge I earned from having myself embarrassed/hurt/butthurt, pick myself up as slowly as I need to, and grow. I feel as if I am blessed with enough of a grasp on the concept of myself to actually grow forward, rather than stay in a sedentary sulk of awkward youth and horny substance abuse. I want to benefit and celebrate myself healthily.
Also, as being (as much as it hurts to say) a fellow teenager, I have teenaged friends. Some (most) of my teenaged friends have teenaged problems. Some (most) times they're awfully annoying and self-inflicted, and I literally want to go somewhere far away from them.
But what do I do about it? I swallow my pride and open up my mind an heart to help in whatever way I can. Feelings are feelings, no matter how small. Small feelings can lead to big actions, which can hurt infinitely. A scoop of patience with a dash of perspective is always necessary when connection with teenagers; it's not our fault that our young minds and rushing hormones lead us to mistake-we're only so strong. I'll help as much as I can when drama is self-inflicted, and I'll always open up for actual external issues. No one is perfect, and teenagers are maybe the farthest group of people away from perfect. But there's no one to blame for that, and excessive frustration is completely inappropriate.
Ah crap. I wrote about myself again, with extensive use of "I"s and "my"s. External issues, Ciarlene! External issues!
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