90’s teen flicks are the worst. The same old plots: stereotypical high schools with the same old clichéd social society, house parties, and the zitty-faced teenager over zealous to lose his virginity. Oh, if life were a corky 90’s flick.

Birth: From the bowels of 1989, I was born to a couple whom I learnt to call “Mom” and “Dad”. After I was liberated from the umbilical cord I was greeted by an over bearing flood of loving and supporting family members.

I have taken under consideration that I am in-fact a teenager of a time where style, news, innovation, consumerism, and even political affairs revolve around celebrities. This therefore would make me “incapable” of forming conclusions, let alone notions of existence, ethics, society, and priorities compared to the EMPHATICALLY surpassing intelligence of adults. I regretfully accept my place, and evidently welcome my new God-given superiority I will receive at the number 18.

“These words are nothing but stationary peripheries around my feelings. Words heal only so much.” -CB

Everyday since you were born, you were taught to adapt to this society, this world. I know now that that’s only a process of debasing the humanity in you. The established conspiracy of the politician crossing his fingers and that mother pointing at the parental advisory sticker are unwittingly dichotomous. Our most perverted, monstrous, and many times notorious are vanity mirrors on our night stands. Take a look at who you are and continue to blame stainless steel, gun powder, and Marilyn Manson.

Still, in the back of my mind I get to remember… I am you… I am society… I am a statistic. Yet in the long run, I’m nothing…..And it kills me.