This post isn’t meant to be a specific story or anything like that. I’m not sure whether that’s a good idea or not, but this is something that’s on my mind. It’s something that’s been bothering me a lot, especially recently, about my life and the people that are in it.

I know I’m not the only one that’s felt it. This question is more for people that are older than me, but anyone feel free to make comments. Either way, I’m sorry for beginning to ramble first, but this will be a rant. Here it is and thank you if you finish reading it.

Here’s the story:

I’m an 18 year old senior in high school. Due to this, everyone that doesn’t really know me, and sometimes those who do, think that because of my age I don’t know what I’m talking about. This is something that has always frustrated me and probably always will.

They say the older a person is the more experience they have; therefore, the most wisdom they have. Although I agree that the older you get the more experience you have, those experiences can have negative effects too. A person could fall into a habit that could cause them not to have as much wisdom as they could.

I live in a house with my sister (24 years old), my mother, my father, and my step-father. Before anyone asks, my father is living with us due to the loss of his job recently and my mother having a kind enough heart to let him stay with us and help us out while he’s here. All of them think of me differently in those terms.

My father knows that I have more to say than the average 18 year old. I know more than most of them. That’s just the way I was raised: curious, observant, analytic, but still emotional all at the same time.

My mother knows that I’m more intelligent about life than the average 18 year old, but sometimes forgets that I do observe situations. She forgets, and it’s not her fault, that I sometimes have so much I want to say, but I know no one will listen to me except for the people that can’t do anything about it.

My sister and me have a strange relationship. She used to be the closest sibling in the world to me, we were best friends, but things changed. She grew closer to my mother, but of course that’s not a bad thing. I stopped being as close but we were still friends for siblings.

Things have happened recently, they’re a whole post by themselves that I might write soon, that have caused her to be an outcast of my family because of her, sort of, betrayal. That’s the best way I can word it that I can think of. She forgets how observant I am and thinks I don’t notice anything. It angers me.

It made me more angry whenever a person thinks I have nothing important to say because of my age. It angers me when a teacher says that we’re only students and have nothing to tell them or teach them. That isn’t true.

No matter the age of a person, no matter the disabilities they have, we all have a story to share.

I’ve always been a bit ahead of the people my age and that’s why my friends have always been a little older. It’s because the people my age never understood why I was so serious. It was because of being older in wisdom than in body. It can be a curse sometimes.

Thank you for getting through my rant. I might eventually link this to a post about my sister’s situation, but I’m going to wait until it’s resolved. Sorry for ranting for a little, but sometimes it creates the most interesting conversations on twitter when it comes to these stories.

4 thoughts on “Question from an 18 year old

  1. Hi. I get it, I was the sensitive/smart/curious teen as well. While older people tend to have more experience, that should have nothing to do with what you have to say. Say it, if you feel comfortable and safe. It does, however, have something to do with perspective, and sometimes wisdom. I do not feel the same about most things, as I did when I was eighteen. No matter how mature, or serious, you are (and BTW, have some fun too) life and time will (hopefully) have you grow in many directions. Those directions, over time, change how we feel and think, profoundly. Pay attention to them. What you are experiencing now, is but one car on a very long locomotive.

    1. Thanks friend. I know I have a lot to learn, I just was angry when I wrote it because of how people treat me sometimes.

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