Judge Judy again. I know, I know, I’m a saddo.
But I really felt for this poor little bugger.
You’re mad when you’re a fourteen year old male. Your hormones are all over the shop, you don’t really get which way is up. Shit, I never recovered, as you well know if you’ve been keeping up. There really is not much hope of coming back.
Anyway, this hapless lovestruck 14 year old was hopelessly in love, utterly stricken, with a 14 year old girl. I see what he meant. But he was fighting over his weight. I’ve been there, believe me. She’s quite pretty in a girl-next-door way. Not a real showstopper, but I could see where he was going. Hopelessly.
By the time girls hit 14, they’ve had a bit more time to get to grips with the hormonal tempest. Boys are just having to be adrift with the storms.
Anyway, this boy rolled up at his obsession’s house to see if she wanted to just hang about. No reply to a knock on her door. He peered through the glass on the front door, just to have a looksee. THEN, big error, he kicked the door. He did a proper job. About 220 dollars for repairs. He really didn’t piss about, it was a proper welting. I was mildly impressed.
I rather admire him. I know, I remember, what it’s like to be 14 and hormone fuelled. Shit, I’m 68 and still hormone fuelled. It doesn’t get better with age. The urges, the irritation. The anger, the frustration do NOT go away.
Bugger me, grey hair, zits, and angst. Is that acceptable?