Teen Ink on Twitter
Yay! I finally have a friend on this site! But man, you and I live in two different worlds. I have never even seen a gun in person, much less, been shot. I guess you probably know more about them than me, but I still stand firm on my side. I will talk to you guys on this thread, but arguing it is depressing me a little, so I don't think I will be bringing up many more arguements about it.
Alright, I understand. And I doubt we live very differently, I live in a working class neighborhood, that is politically liberal but culturally conservative and traditional. There are bad places, but Boston is generally a very safe city. The only crime that really happens is between feuding gangs and people. No one really gets hurt other then those who bring it on themselves. Me and my friends are the odd ones I guess you could say, we get into trouble by just being ourselves, not for money or crime.
I live in Bellevue, Washington. It is a seriously safe place, or, as safe as any place can be. What grade are you in? I'm in 8th
I would be a junior in high school by now, but I dropped out when I was 16 and got my GED instead. I'm taking classes at a community college.
So, you're what, 17?
I turn 17 in January. Sometimes it's hard to remember how young I am. I feel and act like I'm well into my thirties, but then I'll look in the mirror and say "I'm a baby!" It's strange how some people accumulate a lot of experience earlier on in life, and some people never accumulate any experience. I'm not saying I have any particularly useful experience. I can't balance a check book, be polite, understand trends, societal norms or figure out how to pay taxes for the life of me, but I can shoot straight, bare knuckle box, read people's emotions and body language, and survive for weeks in the woods. I can also maintain a steady and meaningful monologue for as long as it takes for my buddy to sneak around the bouncer and take all of the admission money. Different experiences you see.
I wouldn't say I'm anywhere as experienced as you, and I'm not very good at fighting (though I know a few moves that will break/dislocate an arm if need be), but I also think of myself as older than I am. Even some of my siblings sometimes forget that I'm only 14, and try to add a year or two.
I can also read body language, and could survive in the woods as long as I had sugar (I have Type One Diabetes, which means without sugar, I'm dead, and the woods around here generally only have much sugar in them in the summer, with blackberries). I can get things out from under people's noses and make off with them without anyone noticing, and I'm a pretty good liar, though I have never stolen anything. I just know that, if I had to, I could.
In the past four or so years, I've gone from feeling like a kid, to feeling like an adult.