grandma's friend

we were in the car coming home from church, and my dad did this sermon (ya i no, i'm the preacher's kid, as olivia calls me) on materials things and loving god first and above that rest and all that. my grandma's friend came with us, and she was going on about how now she's all changed and she's gonna stop loving all these material things, and i started saying, "well having a passion for something isn't bad, you just don't want to obsess over it too much." i think she would have respected that, and i think we could have gotten into a very intellectual conversation about it. however, she cut me off at about the word 'just' and continued with her stories. honest to god this happened about five or six times, and i was getting super mad. i hate when adults don't listen to my thoughts. it's like, i'm not a bloody genius and you DON'T need to whip out a pen when i speak, but come on! i no i am smart and i know i can keep up with, if not surpass, these primitive conversations.

at the following lunch, i was polite, i was smiley, and i totally was involved in the adult's conversations (adults being my parents, my dad's parents, and this lady) and making good points along with the rest of them. then, this lady turns to me and starts interoggating me about my life, sure i'll take the attention, most high-schoolers would, but she was asking all these questions she'd ask a four-year-old. also, later she made some comment about how she 'never seen a adolesent not finish her chips'. now i'm not complaining about that, hell i don't really care. that sentence just really sums up what i'm trying to say here.

to people like this lady, i will be nothing but a teenager. there's no possible way that i would had good ideas, or any deep thoughts whatever right? i must just think about the the jonas brothers and junk all day. basically; 'i'm older than you, so what i'm saying more important.'

no.

i hope while reading this, you come to disagree with them.