.quite like déjà vu.
eerily it comes back to you. and some might bring a knowing smile on
your face. or a sly mocking one. for me, usually it’s the latter. but i try to
check myself. we were once there. and if we didn’t take notice of it, we will
foolishly visit the same situation.
like that juvenile letter a 15-year–old girl wrote to aunt agony needing
advice on her bigger that afghanistan and america war crisis over how to choose
between cute schoolmate-guy A or B. it’s interesting reading the reply, you can
almost sense that aunt agony is on the verge of pulling her wise golden hair
out (hey, i need some degree of silliness every now and then too!). or that blog
written by a teenager full of angst (mom and dad don’t understand my need to …fill in blank…, no one does!) and
believes the whole world is against him and everything he does. the ever so
popular songs with lyrics that we once could relate with which express hatred and
boredom towards life in general, adulthood and again, the world (i almost cried
listening to “perfect” by simple plan, ha ha)
hormones.
it’s freaky realizing that another being across the globe, whom i never
met and surely never will, shared exactly what i felt when i was a teenager.
that’s one person. how about having the same emo and moody session with every
single teenagers from all over the world.
cliché.
believe me, we will always catch ourselves
looking back and laugh, no matter how long or just a little way back we are
looking. not that i wrote a letter to aunt agony!
