Gabriella Says: Growing Up

Gabriella Says

Gabriella here, ranting on a Saturday.

My birthday just passed.  Another birthday. They come so quickly; I don’t feel like I was warned.  I still have “teen” at the end of my age, and technically age is just a number, but now age is becoming a responsibility.  People like, expect more from me now.  Noooo!

Psychology textbooks tell me that my brain is currently a mess (they also say my brain smells kinda like blue cheese which is slightly disturbing).  The prefrontal cortex is “pruning,” and yet, I am being told by the world that this is the year I lay the foundation for the rest of my life.  I don’t know who came up with the idea to put that much pressure on a “pruning” brain, but I need to have a talk with them.

When you’re young, adults want to know who you are going to be.  They never want to know who you are.  Then you get to the age where you are expected to know.  You realize that you don’t really know the person you are because you were putting your focus on the vision of who you are going to be.  Yet, adults are always on a journey to find their youth, or relearning to live in the moment.  Maybe if we didn’t force our children to live only for the future, we would have adults that could find genuine peace.  When someone asks me who I want to be when I grow up, I say “myself”.

There are so many questions and unknowns and awesome things that lie ahead.  It is scary and exhilarating and confusing and exciting.  But how am I supposed to know what to do with it all?  Who else is confused?

– ttfn G –


  • You nailed it. I remember people quoting Shakespeare at me, “To thine own self be true.” Very few of the people who quote that at me were very helpful. Only a handful encouraged me to really be me, were interested in knowing me, or really knew who they were.
    While I have had some very smart, helpful people in my life, many I thought were those things boxed me in or diverted me into dead ends, sewers, bogs, swamps, quicksand, and places that should have had signs warning of “FALLING ANVILS!”


  • Adults seem to be as confused as we are, at least my family is. They want me to aim high, but they don’t want me going too far at the same time. “But Washington…that’s so far away!”
    No shit, Sherlock, I wanna get out of this place.
    Anywho…yeah, I hate how they push you like that. Kids don’t know what they honestly want, and making them rush to a decision isn’t going to help them any.


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