quote]Teen years are - ugh. I look back at my own with such embarrassment and disgust. I thought I knew everything…about everything. I thought I knew more about love than my parents. I thought I knew more about life than every teacher, mentor, coach, or authority figure that crossed my path. In reality, I knew nothing. Nothing beyond the intensity of my adolescent emotions.
Op, those aren't cringe worthy confessions....here, let me tell ya one ( there are MANY, but one should suffice)
Does anyone remember Sear's catalogs? If you're not from the US, Sears is (was) a huge department store chain that would send out seasonal catalogs in the mail. They had a little of everything... clothes, outdoor stuff, sports stuff, furniture, tools, etc....back in the day, that WAS "internet shopping".
They also had a lingerie section....a section I'm sure many Americans males here...of the right age of course.....perused when they were horny, hormone filled teens, whether they admit it or not....most are scared of " how they would look" to others..me, not so much
So...as a hormone enraged 14 y/o male with (it seemed) a constant erection as hard as Chinese arithmetic..... I perused the lingerie section quite often....and, on one dreadful day....I was caught....by my Mom! Let's just say....to keep it PG, I was "getting to know myself".
She did the right...and the wrong...thing. Rightly, she said " oops" and shut the door....wrongly, she told my dad.. who, in turn, told EVERYBODY!
I have been the brunt of every Sears catalog joke possible ever since. To this day, I can visit a random family member and be occasionally greeted with a "Honey, hide the catalogs, Rich is here!" followed by hearty chuckling.
See OP....that's cringe worthy because its specific.
So yes, as a teen, I thought I knew everything too....like how to lock a door...but I didn't... and it still haunts me
OMG... Mr. Archer.. I have chuckled over this so much and it is adorable.. Poor Mom and Poor you...
Now I will share one of my brothers teenage moments.. Remember the old playboy mag's. Well my little brother got a bunch from somewhere.. He would read them at night and when one would be wore out and NO I don't want to know what that meant. He would toss them out of his bedroom window.. Landing close but not in the garbage can..
Well my mom would find them.. And was getting a bit concerned if there was some pervert peeking into our home, while he was looking through the magazine. She was getting a bit concerned since my dad worked at night..
Till one night she took some trash out and well a magazine plopped onto her head .. The mystery was solved...