I Did Not Pick My Birthday.

I have many pet peeves. One of my biggest is being talked down to by people older than myself. Yes, I've only been alive for twenty years. Yes, I am still in college and don't have a career yet. No, I have not had some of the same experiences that people older than me have had. But that does not make me less than. This post isn't directed at anyone in particular, just in case you're wondering.
It is not my fault that I was born in 1990 instead of 1980, 1970, etc. I can't help my age. It is what it is. There will be no speeding it up or slowing it down. What I can affect is the way I think and act. And I would like to think that I am a fairly mature person. Shouldn't it be me that I'm judged by and not the year my mom gave birth to me, because I had very little to do with that! Honestly. I'm not saying I haven't acted irrationally or childishly before, I have. But so have a lot of other people that are older than myself. Every "adult" on this planet was at one point a child, a teenager, a young adult! And I'm not just talking about elders treating the younger generations like we don't have a brain (which unfortunately does sometimes happen.) I'm also talking about the seniors in high school who act so superior over the freshman. It's ridiculous. Especially when you really are not that much older anyway! No one has a right to condemn someone for their age. It just doesn't make sense. And it's really, really annoying. So the next time you're talking to someone younger than you, remember that just because they haven't been alive as long as you, does not automatically mean they're childish or don't know what they're talking about, or whatever the case may be. Age discrimination is NOT cool.


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