Boy Bands and teenage hormones

I was talking to my best friend the other day, and we watched a YouTube video about a reporter asking teenagers about their favourite boy singer or boy band (you know who I’m talking about). We were both in shock and almost about to barf. These teenagers told the reporter that it would be okay if their favourite singer were to enforce violence to get what they way, or that they can get away with anything because they’re ‘gods’ to them. ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? Had my parents heard me talk like that when I was a teenager, they would’ve built a dungeon and locked me in it for the rest of my life. Well, not really, but you know what I mean. I was taught self-respect AND to respect others since I was a fetus – someone would say thank you, and I would shake in the womb as a sign of ‘you’re welcome’.

Oh, I loved my boy bands when I was a teenager; Backstreet Boys, N*Sync, Westlife, New Kids on the Block (not my generation, though), Savage Garden, etc. I remember putting up posters of semi-shirtless Brian Littrell and Nick Carter, and drooling at the thought of meeting them one day – yes, I was going to marry them (pfft, teenage hormones). But, despite all my raging hormones, naive thoughts and dreams, I never worshipped them like gods, I would have never justified any acts of violence from them, nor did I ever disrespected the elder. I’m not going to pretend there weren’t crazy teenagers back then, because our technology was not as advanced (I feel like a dinosaur now, and I’m only 26 darn it!) as today, but it’s amazing how as an adult my perspective has changed so much and all I feel is sadness for what I see through the media. What is going on in this world? Is it because peer pressure has become too public thanks to media? Could some parents be blamed for this? After all, the video showed a DAD justifying an act of violence by saying as long as you’re a teenager, everything bad that you do should be taken lightly.

I get it, some of these artists are their role models, but that doesn’t mean they must justify their mistakes. It scares me to see that they can’t tell the difference between right and wrong. It’s like a chain of bad influences. It only takes one kid to shift the course of others, and some parents do find themselves helpless to help their teenagers – I feel for them. It’d just be nice if we all were in the same level. Is it too much to ask to be respectful? To be kind and loving to others?

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

Growing – A to Z Challenge

A to Z Challenge letter: G



My two posts today have been about Growing up. I like to believe you can grow in at least 3 ways; height, age, maturity. It doesn’t mean we all do our growing at the same time or we all get to achieve it. I don’t know when I stopped growing in height, I still want to believe I’m getting a bit taller every year :p. For the curious cats out there, last time I checked I was 5’3” (or 5’2”). I don’t really care about height, unless I’m trying to reach for something that is high; I don’t like to grab ladders, it’s too much work sometimes (talk about laziness). In reality,science says I won’t get any taller, but my hip bones might get wider, and if you want my honest opinion, I do not give a flying… yeah that word I never say (I don’t swear).

Having said that, it brings me to the topic of ageing, and that my friends is something we will do until we die, so we better try to get used to it. I’m not afraid to admit that I do feel a bit old sometimes, and I get scared of ageing, not because of wrinkles or who knows what I’ll get, but because I want to achieve every goal I have. I’m doing my best to meet my goals and I have achieved some dreams, but I want to be able to do them all. Apparently, I do not look 26. I still get carded (which is an ego boost I suppose) and people think I look 20. Perhaps, I will appreciate this fact more when I’m in my 40’s and people tell me I look 30. I’m sure my wallet will appreciate me not spending money on anti-ageing products. I may have stopped growing in height, but I will always grow in age, and that brings me to the topic of maturity.

Maturity isn’t easily achieved, and just because you get older does not mean you suddenly become mature. I’m going to speak for myself on this one, because I know everyone is different. I think one does not realize when we achieve maturity, because we never really do. That’s the beauty of it. Everyday we grow in a different way, and get thrown life lessons at us from every direction, thus changing our perspectives, and hopefully for a better us. Today, I overcame my fear of bugs, I still fear arachnids, but I overcame something today. I grew today. I learned to appreciate a bug’s life (so cute like the movie :p). I have definitely become more responsible and learned not to dwell in my own sorrows, because there is always something better out there. I do believe things happen for a reason, and as impatient as I may be, now I choose to wait, as opposed to digging myself in a hole of anxiety (oh the teenage early adult years). Maturity isn’t about a sudden change of who you are, it is about accepting that you deserve a good life and embarking on the path that you deserve.

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤