I always thought that when i turned the grand old age of sixteen, I would be the coolest teenager ever. I thought by sixteen I would have my license and go to parties. I even thought that finally being a real teenager meant I could act irrational and have nothing to worry about, because who cares when you are young? You live and you learn from it, right? Well, now that i am actually sixteen, I realize the stone-cold truth, that I am nowhere close to what my 10 year-old self thought a teenager was like.

In reality, I am a sixteen year old who hangs out more with her cat on her Friday nights, than one who goes to crazy high school parties. I know, I live a wild life. But after a long week of school and work, all I want to do is sleep forever. I thought this was a normal situation, until my peers told me stories about their crazy Friday nights... And let me tell you, our Friday nights were EXTREMELY different. I sit back and slowly listen to all the events that unfolded in that one apparently epic night, and when there stories are over they expect me to share an even crazier story; but the only stories I have to share are about how I had a weird staring contest with a raccoon while taking my trash out.

For awhile, I felt super lame and thought that I should have awesome stories about getting wasted or getting high, but that doesn't interest me. Believe me, I am not shaming anyone who goes to high-school parties and doesn't remember it the next day, because we all have our different ideas of fun. Mine is binge-watching TV shows that I really don't have time to watch and avoiding my responsibilities. Every teenager is going through the same painful and awkward phase, whether they will admit or not. Enjoy it. Be the awkward teenager you are and do what makes you happy.