Maturity

My sister had been overreacting about something so trivial, a group project, I couldn't understand why. To be honest, it frustrated the hell out of me. It wasn't because I didn't understand why she was so agitated about it, but for the way it seemed as if her survival depended on its success, and her constant whining...oh my gosh, the whining never ends.

Then something dawned on me before I could criticize her toddler-like behavior: there is an age difference of ten years between us, so of course I'm not going to understand why, in her little pubescent brain, that her group's lack of direction for a presentation was eating her from the inside out. She created this throbbing storm of teen angst, and my best option was to simply walk away instead of instigate her.

It is unbelievable how intimidating teenagers can be to adults, and it seems adults tend to overlook a teen's live-or-let-die mentality. They either dive right in and attempt to punch their kid's lights out with "authority", or they submit and, more or less, cower from the raw rage. I guess one could say adults are just really big, grown children. Same thing goes to the  mentality some people have about how children sometimes act like little adults. Our ability to understand and assess situations is what defines our maturity in life.

Anyway, the fact that I managed to walk out of the room without uttering a word of retort made me feel as if I had truly stepped into some kind of adulthood. Too bad I can't walk out of any conversations I have with people I don't care about...I mean I can, but I choose not to out of respect. Even if they're stomping and screaming at me to get what they want, I make sure I remind them of the worst possible adult figure from their childhood with a cold, icy stare.