sometimes I wish I lived in the eighties. everyone seemed to be pretty cool back then.
don't get me wrong, I have had a lot of fun in my existence is this era, but there is a kind of nagging thought at the veeeeeeeerrrry back of my mind. All these movies, they make me feel like I am not living the full teenage experience. I don't mean being popular, because I don't really mind about that. I mean being all independent and super fancy and going round to your friends house spontaneously and staying up all night. But, so far, I'm not really feeling it man.
My worst fear in the world, besides probably swallowing a moth, is growing up and kind of missing out on being a teenager. In a way, I am a little bit like Charlie, from The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Except that I'm not, because even though he didn't "participate" for most of the book, his life was kind of romantic in a way because of his super cool friends and his mix tapes and all that.
Also, most teenagers you read about and watch movies about hate their parents a little bit. It s almost like if you have no problems with your parents, you're kind of missing out on slamming the door and complaining to your friends about life and listening to angsty music. now, thats just stupid. I mean why would you change your life to make things worse for yourself, just to feel included??????
But, nevertheless, I cannot shake the horrible fear of not living alive enough, if you know what I mean. There is kind of a war between being happy and being happy and sad and angry and teenagerish, and it is pulling me apart.
Anyway, this post is about the Breakfast Club. yes, yes, yes I have only seen it once, but what can i say, it changed my life forever. I won't go on about how the character were so relatable and all that. Because, honestly, they weren't. I mean, they would be to some people. But I can't relate to having pressure from your parents, or wanting to kill yourself, or your parents hating you or ignoring you. Or having no friends.
BUT IT WAS STILL AWESOME!!!!!!!! i still wanted to be them, i still got a fuzzy feeling at the end. They are just the coolest kids. I know, i know its a movie. Maybe that's kind of the point, we all aspire to be like them, and think everyone else's lives are already like this, but maybe everyone else already thinks that. So really in the end, we are all feeling a bit weird and like we're missing out, but we just don't know everyone else is feeling that way.
There was this one magical day last week, where I dressed like a character from the Breakfast club. Kind of a bit rebel, but super cute all the same. My brother let me borrow his camera again (woo hoo) so I got some cool pictures.
i only wish I could have seen it at the movies when it came out. i could ride there on my motorbike and wear a leather jacket and be listening to awesome music, not on my ipod, no no no, on my walkman!!!
Here is a shrine I made in my room. It is supposed to honour not only Molly Ringwald and the Breakfast Club, but all coming of age books and movies.
I figure when school starts again, and I am feeling all yuck and scared about year nine, I will think about the 80's and know that if they survived this all, so can I. I will also get by on the though that 80's music was pretty bad, but it was pretty good too.
A collage type thing I made:
A playlist I made, I know, I know, not all these songs are from the eighties.
But I thought they all kind of captured the tumultuous experiences of teenagehood.
I often have trouble properly writing down my feelings. So I hope you kind of got where I am coming from.
Later, I will make a post and you can all see me dancing to "don't you forget about me." It will be pretty groovy. Just you kids wait:)
i'm off to watch pretty in pink.
ps; please tell me what you think about all this
pps: EAT MY SHORTS