I don't mean to belittle the emotional angst teens go through, god knows that it really wasn't that long ago that I was composing lyrics baring my jealous heart and glaring at everyone through my dyed black hair.
Thinking that nobody could ever understand what went on inside my head and shut up stupid adult trying to tell me how to live my life. I'll be a loser who doesn't go to University if I want to, it's my future to do whatever I want with.
The only people who got it were my peers, lets go smoke a joint in the field across the street from school/get drunk on wine from the parents cellar and steal the car while they're out of town/drop acid and trip out looking at all the gum squished into the pavement downtown.
I would sit there as my mother lectured me for the 4th time that week, sitting on the edge of her water bed and rolling my eyes so hard, letting it all go in one ear and out the other. Sure mom, lets sign another contract promising that I'll try harder in school. Pfft.
Being on the other side is infinitely more complex and humbling. Ya, those adults actually did know what they were talking about.
Try telling that to a 16 year old who knows it all and doesn't care anyway. I didn't listen. He won't listen. They all do whatever they want, and all we can do is throw consequences at them, watch them not stick, and cross our fingers they figure it out before it's too late.
And then they can go through it with their own asshole teenager.