Frustration. I'm sure we're all familiar with it. For me, it goes hand in hand with unfairness. For example, if a parent yells at you for something that is not your fault or asks you to do something totally unreasonable... but you can't do anything about it because they're in charge. Or when a teacher gives the whole class detentions because of just a few obnoxious people. Or (my personal pet peeve) when an adult talks down to you and belittles you, when you know that if they listened to what you said, they'd find you an intelligent individual. You know the feeling, right? When it seems that you're stuck in the mud, with no clear way out? I certainly do.
I think one of the reasons it's frustrating to be a teenager is because of stereotypes. I walked into a bakery today and the lady at the register glared at me and said, "Can I help you, miss?" in a threatening sort of voice, as if she expected me to pull out a gun and initiate an armed robbery. For heaven's sake, I had just biked five miles with my friend Sam so she could talk to the manager about selling her body products there! Why must every teenager be seen in the same light as the idiots who cause school shootings and join gangs?
Sadly, yet another stereotype is that teenagers are mentally equivalent to very tall third-graders. (Though being a student of accelerated learning, I had to deal with this allll through my life. I know that sounds stuck-up, but...) I find this especially frustrating because I despise being underrated. I took an online high school course as part of my eighth grade curriculum, and had to turn in a short story as part of it. My teacher (a woman who taught 10th grade English in Ohio) gave me a stern lecturing on how I really needed to give credit where it was due, because whoever helped me with the assignment was obviously a gifted writer who had worked hard and probably gone to college for it.
I pretty much flipped out, and so did my real teacher. I find nothing as insulting as a slur on my writing ability.
Of course, other frustrations abound in teenage life... zits are a big one. Unhelpful hair. Getting landed with babysitting (free of charge) for parents' friends' kids I don't even know and usually end up destroying my carefully accumulated collection of vintage stuff.
Anyway... that's my take on it. Please, link up with YOUR posts about frustration... I'd love to read them! And after all... it's really helpful to just vent sometimes.
(Of course, there can never be a HorseFeathers post without a photo, so here's a quick snapshot of me looking frustrated. Grr!)