Archive | August, 2011

Teenagers Annoy Me

25 Aug

Hypocritical, I know. I AM a teenager. But seriously, sometimes my generation gets me very bothered. (For example, after the East coast earthquake EVERY persons status was a variation of “ahhh, earthquake!” It’s like, thank you, I really needed to hear that from each and every one of you to understand the seriousness >.>)

funny facebook fails - Annoying Facebook Girl: East Coast Quake Edition

 

 

Anyways, what’s bothering me at the moment is how everyone liked the earthquake; everyone wants disaster to strike. They’re excited about it! One friend who I will not name: “I hope the hurricane destroys the school!”

Okay, no. There are so many problems with that. I get the idea; school gets delayed, vacation guys! Woohoo! But seriously, we’re not in elementary school. Start using your head. What if there were workers inside the building? Do you have any idea how much the repair for damages could cost? We live in one of the richest counties in the COUNTRY; we are lucky. If it got destroyed, they would find a way to still make us have an education, and they’d most likely build a much worse school to get us learning faster. Then we’d have a terrible school with no resources, zapped funds, and raised taxes for the county, even for your parents.¬†Devastation¬†isn’t fun and games.

Another friend: “We never have earthquakes or hurricanes though! I wish there were more! Isn’t it so exciting?” No, I answered her. Potential injuries, losses counting up to millions of dollars, and even deaths are exciting? Looking back, yes, the earthquake was exciting. But it was only exciting because there was barely any damage or injuries. We can’t be lucky like that every time; stop wishing potential danger on our heads just so you can say you’ve experienced a natural disaster!

 

Ending note: I can be stupid. I can be immature. And this blog post probably makes me sound like a prude to anyone I’ve addressed or many people my age. But even I can say that when nature’s pointing a gun at your head, playing Russian Roulette, grow up and stop smiling at it.