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The tenacity of teenagers. Our impetuousness is hailed as one of our greatest principles. Too often are the phrases “those kids” “rambunctious youngsters” and “teenage rapscallions” used with sarcasm. The smile on your face as you read such novel phrases is no doubt evidence of the lighthearted context in which they are used. Why is it we joke about our own recklessness when we clearly cannot control it? Why do we have the highest insurance rates? Why is it that we get funny looks when we walk into stores? Why is it nobody will hire us to do serious work? It’s because we are stupid and reckless. We are the worst society has to offer in the eyes of those above us, and unfortunately it’s true.

When do drug addicts start their journey? When do criminals begin to steal? When do people, as a whole, develop their bad habits? Their teenage years.

We don’t only joke about our shortcomings though. We extol them. Our heroes, our idols, our peers, all of them attain their elevated status through recklessness. Women like the bad boys (despite their insistent denial). Men like the sluts. What makes a bad boy bad and a whore a whore? They don’t think. They don’t analyze. They don’t care. They act irrationally and seek only to fulfill their own selfish desires without heeding the toils that may result from it. Taking risks is what makes you funny and novel in the eyes of an adolescent. We use our own stupidity to create gods amongst men. We are breeding a culture of non-analytical and non-level headed individuals. We are causing humanity to grow progressively dumber, and what has it gotten us? We start stupid relationships based on looks and superficial qualities. We make meaningless friendships based on proximity. We exhibit a “fuck it” attitude that makes us look like daft and stupid children. But we love it. We embrace it. We thrive in it.

But then a bigger question is raised. “What successful person hasn’t taken risks to get where they are?” The answer is none. Let’s throw aside the fact that most successful adults most likely assess the consequences of their decisions. The risks we undertake as children may very well be preparing us to grow up into a society where those who gamble bring in the largest haul. Because we have developed a society where nothing is punishable and everything can be fixed, there is no reason for us to believe thinking is useful. Who cares if you try drugs when there is rehab? Who wouldn’t commit a crime when their daddy can afford a lawyer? Who wouldn’t murder their wife and child if they could get away with it? Risks in themselves are not the problem though. The problem comes when mistakes are not analyzed. We don’t learn from our mistakes anymore. A chick sleeps with a dude and regrets it. What does she do? Does she relive the night and trace the mistakes that led to her shame? No. She complains about it to her friends and they console her and tell her , “it’s okay.” No, it’s not “okay.” If it were “okay” there would be no reason to be ashamed of your actions. But this is what we do now. This is the problem. Mistakes are a part of life, in fact, they may be the most important part of young life. Living recklessly is a merit in many ways, provided we use it correctly and treat it as such. We’ve bastardized youthfulness though. We have become dumb and complacent. So now our drive for positive recklessness is not remorse and self examination afterwards, but Ke$ha songs and YOLO. Drink till you die, and fuck the fuckers.

So to all of us that over-think, remember the happy individuals. With their hollow relationships and empty lives. But ours are no different. His dull-minded peers can no longer accept the thinking man. He is doomed to a life of loneliness and solitude. So may a bullet be a baseball and my head the mitt or I shall forever walk the path of inadequacy for my love of rumination.

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