I don't know who needs to hear this, but especially with the end of the school year coming up soon, and a bunch of people about to leave high school or about to leave college, I just wanted to say:
Being an adult can be really nice, actually!!!
Like, okay, yeah, life can be fucking stressful sometimes, and there's definitely an annoying amount of paperwork.
But me and just about every single adult I know will agree: I would never choose to go back to being a teenager, even if I somehow could.
Insert obvious disclaimer that nothing is universal. But for people worried about aging or graduating into the next chapter of life, here's some words of reassurance:
When you're a teenager, your brain is extra mean to you. Like, neurologically. All of the changes it's undergoing really, really increase rates of depression/anxiety/etc. A lot of the time, literally just not being a teenager anymore is really good for your mental health
Less than five months out of high school, everyone I knew my age was like "Thank fuck we're no longer in high school." Once you leave high school and adolescence there's really just such a dramatic drop in petty bullshit. Shit that would have been a huge social humiliation or gossip in high school is really often just like, "Hate that for you, man." Boom, done.
When you're a teenager or a brand new adult, you're encountering so many problems for the first time ever. When you're older, you just. Have learned how to handle a lot more things. You know what to do way more often and that builds confidence
When you're an adult, other people generally don't care if you don't do things perfectly, because jobs and life don't work like grades. This was such a trip to learn, honestly? But when you are an adult or have a job the bar for success is usually just "Did you do the thing?" or "Did you do the thing well enough that it works?" or "Did you show up to work for your whole shift and look like you were doing things?"
Similarly, if you're about to graduate college and you're really stressed about it, fyi just about everyone I knew in college ended up very quickly going "wow, 'real life' is way easier." Admittedly I went to a school full of very stressed out perfectionists and the like, so I can't promise this is universal, but there's a very real chance that life will in many ways get easier when you graduate
WAY MORE CONTROL OF YOUR OWN LIFE
Literally I cannot overstate that last point. As an adult, you are (barring certain disabilities or shitty circumstances like abusive family/the criminal justice system/etc.) able to make most of your own decisions. If you want to rearrange your furniture, you can. If you want to eat tater tots at midnight, you can. If you want to get yourself a little treat, you can. You can sign contracts and make your own legal and medical decisions and not need a parent or guardian signature for just about anything ever again
You generally learn how to give fewer fucks
The people around you have also generally learned how to give fewer fucks
Even when things are shitty, being able to choose what kind of shitty a lot of the time can really be worth an awful lot
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im not a huge adolescencehead if im being honest but granted ive only seen it once. that said i love how utena literally turns into a car. they rly said “fuck subtlety utena is the vehicle for anthy’s revolution” and then they they hit akio’s already dead washed up cringefail ghost and he exploded into a cloud of roses and it ruled.
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Last night I dreamt that we were young again
and loved each other fiercely with our bodies.
It was in the midst of ruin even then,
the roof collapsing in, dust and debris all around.
Ah but we were fearless in the face of time.
— Moyra Donaldson, "Fearless" from her collection 'Carnivorous’ (Doire Press, January 1, 2019)
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I don't know where I'll be in five years, or in ten. I thought I could predict life if I only tried hard enough; if I pushed into the tracks of my chosen path with all the force of my body, muscles tightening in anticipated soreness, to force a cart without wheels along the road I wanted to take. In my mind, I told myself that certainty was possible if I aligned the stars and synchronised the planets myself, whatever it took.
There's no road. None of us have a cart, either.
I cried about that for a long time. There's nothing I wanted more than knowing that what I did was surely correct. That with mathematical precision, my idea of a flawless outcome was achievable and I could chip it out of marble day by day, even if I saw nothing in the white stone.
In the end, we all just walk through the forest. The road we think we see is where light touches, or flowers grow, or water flows between the moss. Whatever draws you in becomes a path.
I don't know. That used to scare me. It still does, sometimes, when a new thing lands in the forest with a meteor-impact or a leaf crumbles from my oak tree.
There's no road. There's no cart. I don't know.
I just walk here and admire the sights.
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the burden of a girl's teenage years
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based on what we know of touga’s relationship to his own hair as established in the movie, that his adoptive father essentially forced him to grow it out as part of his sexual abuse, it is so fascinating to me how he casually violates utena in the coffin scene by carding his fingers through her hair while she is basically catatonic and in no state to resist. note that he later pulls the same move on her at ohtori and she impresses everyone around her by refusing to take his shit, asserting her boundaries. and then of course he tries it again once he has defeated her, and to signify her state of passive resignation, she allows him, doesn’t even flinch. during the coffin scene, saionji visibly recoils at touga’s action, the implicit violation of it, and implores touga to stop, just as during the scene in the cafeteria, touga’s similar display of smug male chauvinism that utena makes no attempt to resist makes wakaba apoplectic. this kind of creepy display of superiority is paradigmatic of why both wakaba and saionji loathe touga. they find his casual, almost plausibly deniable cruelty to be gutchurningly appalling. as do we, the audience.
but what does it mean that touga exhibits his dominance over utena by touching her hair? that when he first stumbles across a child who, like him, has no hope in a survivable future, has completely given up her soul to a state of nihilist despair, his first instinct is so assert his control over her. unlike him, she is naive, still believes in the illusory promise of the family and its pure, unconditional love, and that is the source of her pain. she has been disillusioned only by something as abstract and inevitable as mortality, but has yet to bear witness to the pain and human suffering that can be caused not by external circumstances, but by other humans. and so touga, in his own state of nihilist despair, nonetheless has power over her through a knowledge she is not yet privy to. his whole life has been an exercise in internalizing the logic of exploitation, of replicating his own abuse through facilitating cycles of violence (the carousel, the ferris wheel, the spinning rose pinned in place upon the frame). and what does touga do, when faced with someone like him, a fellow victim? he does everything in his power to exploit her. and he violates her boundaries by reaching for her hair.
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