Saturday, February 9, 2008

Teenage years

When i was a teenager i had a funny group of friends. Like all teenage girls my friends meant the world to me at the time. Teenage girls live for there friends. It's strange that due to facebook it's making me remember all the little sayings and things i did as a teenager. I met my husband when i was 17 and so i lost a fair few of my friends for one reason or another around then and gained new ones. Obviously as a parent you enter a different realm of friendship you enter the useful friends stage. You have friends that have children, or are plumbers, or locksmiths or something else useful so you have someone to phone when you need a plumber or what not. You make friends with you childrens friends parents so that it's easier to have you kiddies little friends over. You stop having friends that are fun and reckless and silly and just have friends that make sense. I dont know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. I know that now when i make a friend i have to consider all my family, not just ,do they like butterflies!
The only trouble being that when you join something like facebook it reminds you of all the silly things you did that had no effect on anyone. I like being a Parent and i like being a wife and i enjoy being silly in those roles and i guess thats the way life carries on. You stop being a silly friend and start being a silly mummy and silly wifey.
But for old time sake, i had a blast being a silly teenager and all the silly little dramas that went with that be it boyfriends or the price of tea, purple or otherwise. I will raise my metaphorical glass to all those people that are still being a silly teenager, a toast, LIFE JUST GETS BETTER!
and to the people i was once a silly teenager with - thanks for all the pen stabbing, purple tea, flavoured vodka, screaming, crying, drama, oofs, robert rankin, philosophical debates, late nights, awful gigs, drunkeness, self indulgence, cuddles, hugs and obviously thanks for all the fish.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

God, the Robert Rankin! Remember when we went to a signing and it was just the three of us so we stayed for hours tlaking about bondage covered teapots? I was just thinking about that the other day.

I was also thinking about that pea soup we made in the blender. It should have been disgusting but for some reason it actually worked. Ah, miracles!