Drunken Owls and Other Delights

There's a running joke I use at work sometimes when the teens come into the store en masse (we usually get twenty to thirty all at once for about a half hour each, twice a weekday: the junior high kids at 9:15 just before school starts, and the high schoolers at 12:15 for lunch). I mean, I really don't want to be that person that says "back in my day..." but...

I came to the realization (and this is the running joke) that no, back when i was that age I wasn't that kid that came in, loud and boisterous and destructive. I was the kid that stayed at the school and despised the jocks and popular kids who were the ones that did this sort of thing. Heh. [No, really. I'm not misremembering, I can think of at least four or five guys in my class who'd have been in this noisy crowd and irritating the f*ck out of everyone else in the store.]

And that's the joke: I get where they're coming from. And also why they still annoy the hell out of me after all these years. These are the kids that are yet to realize that other people exist, whether it's through maturity or simple awareness. 

Was I no fun as a kid, then? Nah. Just that I couldn't really get away with too much without my parents finding out before I even got home that day. And I got taught how to deal with being in public pretty early on anyway so I had no need to go through that. Whatever stupid shit I did at that age was pretty much me letting myself be easily influenced by a few guys I probably shouldn't have been hanging out with anyway.

Either way, imma go yell at a cloud now.