The quote from Peter Pan ‘Don’t grow up – it’s a trap’ is used so often that it kind of cringes me out a little. But, nevertheless, it’s very fitting to my opening statement: I’ve never been in a hurry to grow up because I love being young and I love being an idiot.
Yesterday, while sat in my Nan’s living room, our conversation went something like this:
Nan: Beth, will you ever want kids in the future?
Me: Yes! But not anytime soon. I’m still figuring out how to take care of myself.
Nan: Well yeah, obviously.
In my family, I’m the youngest. Besides the actual children, of course. But when it comes to ~adults~ or whatever, I’m the baby. I’ve always been the one who has definitely been treated like the baby too. It used to annoy me, especially when I was a teenager because I wanted to be taken seriously. It’s been a fair few years since I was a teenager and I’m still not taken that seriously, but honestly, that is a-okay with me. I don’t want the responsibility of being ‘the sensible one’ or ‘the mature one’. For starters, it’s not as fun. I think my family still find it funny that I can drink alcohol legally – and tbh I find that funny too because I can be a right nightmare. But when you’re 16 and someone tells your Nan there was a picture of you smoking a cigarette on Facebook, it may as well be the end of the world.
Moreover, I came across a crackin’ article the other day (which you can read here) and it’s about how scientists now say that adolescence is now between 10-24. This is excellent news to me because that means I’m not classed as an adult until I’m 25 and therefore have a year left. I’d always thought, as soon as I turned 20 or 21, that was adulthood (side note: I feel like adulthood is completely different to every single person. There are so many different factors it depends on.). However, I STILL HAVE MY YOUTH.
This brings me to my ever so nostalgic weekend. On Friday evening, my best friend and I went to see Paramore at Manchester Arena. It was quite literally the best night ever. Not only were they my absolute favourite teenage band, they’re also so bloody good live and I still wish I was Hayley Williams. Always have, always will. It was an album tour for After Laughter so they of course played loads of new bangers, but oh me oh my, I didn’t know how much I needed to re-experience their classics as much as I did. Everyone singing along and dancing – it was v emotional. I loved every second. The following day, our weekend of reliving our youth was not over. We watched Twilight (1. because Paramore played I Caught Myself and we were freaking out, and 2. because why the hell not? It’s a sick film), and we drank cider and danced around my living room to Paramore, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy and Thirty Seconds to Mars. We low-key also bought tickets to Thirty Seconds to Mars too because IT’S NOT A PHASE, MOM.
It’s made me think about my teenage years and how hilarious, eventful and actually amazing they were. They were full of house parties, drinking vodka out of water bottles on fields, gigs, nights out in town where you would spend no more than £15, festivals and having barely any responsibilities. When I first started working in retail, I didn’t even work during opening hours. I came in three evenings a week, between 5-8pm to tidy the shop floor. At around 7pm, we’d put on our ‘going out playlist’, take it in turns to nip into the staff room to put on our eyelashes, and head straight out after work – doing our make-up on the 192 bus into Manchester and drinking a bottle of Lambrini for pre-drinks. It was my favourite time.
At the beginning of this year, myself and said best friend made somewhat of an unofficial pact to make 2018 our most fun year. And considering we’re still adolescents (we have science and our baby faces on our side!), we’re off to a fabulous start. Of course, the difference we have now compared to when we were 16/17 is that we have jobs that actually matter, however does this mean we can’t be fun? Does this mean we can’t go to emo themed club nights and drink cheap cider? I have decades to be a grown up so I’m gonna milk being young for as long as I possibly can.