I don’t.
Like, all of my friends are adults. My spouse is an adult. My parents and brother are adults. I know and like many adults. But I don’t want to write for them. Or God forbid about them.
They’re just so…boring. It’s like, “Oh I have a mortgage. I buy six pairs of identical khaki pants at a time. I take care of children and watch the television program CSI.”
I admire people who can make that crap into the stuff of interesting fiction, but…yeah. No.
Tbh this is one thing that used to keep me awake at night wondering if i should kill myself as a teen it was like a last resort type of thought like “well i mean it’s not like it’ll get any better when i grow up i’ll just be boring and life will suck even more” and now that i’m an adult i gotta say fuck all that noise bruh
Mortgages suck and sometimes it’s mundane the things you worry about but a. the worries you had as a teen were likely just as mundane and b. that doesn’t mean life stops being fun or interesting when you’re an adult just because you have serious typical “grown up” responsibilities
i mean i’m married and we live in our own house and pay a mortgage and have to worry about things like insurance payments and mowing our lawn but we also play video games and go out driving at night and talk about stuff like cloning and artificial intelligence and we try to find spooky places to go to and sometimes we just go out and stay in cheap shitty hotels or just go to random places because we can and it’s fun and interesting
growing up=/=boring robotic life we need to stop perpetuating this idea that it does because it sucks the joy out of a lot of young adults lives and creates a seriously intense worry that doesn’t need to be there
you don’t turn into some boring piece of shit as soon as you turn 18, or as soon as you can drink, or as soon as you have an office job. Maybe your life got boring because you bought into the idea that you had to “grow up” and do a bunch of specific things and adopt certain traits and qualities but don’t try and say adulthood is just bland and boring for everyone because you are dead wrong friend
p.s. your spouse is boring? you’re an ass
p.p.s. that’s not to say you should write about adults or whatever man write about whatever you want but 4 real you just kinda sound like a dick
god in heaven
i love john green as much as the next guy but this person has a point
This is a shitty thing to tell teenagers. They’re going through one of the most tumultuous times of their lives, and you sit there and tell them “It doesn’t get any better”?
“This is the best time of your life” is a wretchedly irresponsible thing to tell teens who are struggling through the most challenging and tumultuous time of their life. I hated high school. I needed to hear that things got better. That there was something to look forward to.
And that’s what my mother told me and thank God because she was right.
I’m glad I didn’t have John Green books to read back then.
Write whatever you want because it interests you. But don’t you dare tell struggling kids that “it’s all downhill from here”
oh what a shock something else that makes me wanna shout “GO FUCK YOURSELF JOHN GREEN YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS SPEAKING TO TEENAGERS”.
what a load of obnoxious crap to fill their heads with. i’m glad high school was so great for you, dude, but for a lot of people it fucking sucked and the last thing anyone wants to hear in that position is “this is it. you have peaked and it’s the best you’re gonna have”.
i think the thing for me is that adulthood (~adulthood) is not boring so much as it is that i’ve figuring most of my things out, like even if i don’t know how to do many things i’ve figured out who i want to be and what i value and what i want to do and i’m the boss of my life and i know what to do with that now
and when i was a teenager— the thing about teenage…dom that is so great and interesting to read about— is that all of that is in chaos and everything is new and urgent and coming to a head for the first time and you have no idea, and you’re negotiating yourself and your role and your power and you’re not in control but you want to be but you don’t and the world is big and sudden and EVERYTHING IS SUCH A LOT
and i wouldn’t ever want to live through those years again because they were awful for me, they are awful for most people, but i am definitely more interested in reading about that maelstrom, and the potential for change and growth and revolution it carries, than in my life now, where i am, if not always happy, at least possessed of direction and certainty
but adulthood is not boring to be in. adulthood coming after teenage years is like finally standing and breathing out— but it is the process of standing up that i want to read about, even if it sucks