I used to be so frustrated with my cousins when they thought I was too young for everything—hanging out with them, listening to their conversations, watching certain movies. Jaysus, I think I was fifteen then. THEY. HAVE. NO. IDEA.
My cousin’s fiancee posted a status about Magic Mike and I commented “iodjfrksa MATT BOMER” on it and she replied—and hopefully was joking—telling me to cover my eyes because I’m too young. HA. HA!
I remember back in the days when they’d sit around in a room and talk and ask me to leave because I wasn’t “old enough to listen.” Really? Again. THEY. HAVE. NO. IDEA.
I think they have this image of me as the young, innocent, little, shy girl.
Growing up being mocked and bullied and made fun of you think I want to open up and spazz and join in on the conversation? Naturally I’d just sit in the corner texting on my phone. And when I’m with my friends or other cousins, I just don’t stop.
I don’t even know why I’m making this post… but as much as I hate growing up quickly, I hate being told I’m “too young” for things.
I WILL DECIDE IF I’M TOO YOUNG.