The life of a teenage boy


If you enjoy the teenage boy dramas that frequent this blog then you’re going to love this. Buckle up because we are taking a journey through the mind of a 15 year old boy!

Let me once again set the scene for you all. I’m sat in the office, which is right at the top of the house, when the front door opens, the dogs start barking and in comes the teenager and his friend. (I actually like this friend, he’s a nice lad with his head screwed on). I can’t tell you exactly what they were talking about because the language they were using was not English and I have no idea what a “man dem” or “fam” is … nor do I think I really want to know either!. After stomping upstairs, sounding like a small zoo, they came into the office. Being the interested, concerned parent I am I asked about their day …. And then instantly wished I hadn’t!. I swear they know more about relationships, girls, the internet and life than I do!. (Read into that what you would like… anyone with a teenage boy will know what I mean). I thought girl world was bad but boy land is equally as confusing!

Here are the rules I have picked up so far

1.    You can have a girlfriend that doesn’t live in this country and you’ve never actually met but your mates will take the piss out of you for it.



2.    They will also take the piss out of you if you have a girlfriend that you actually see.



3.    There has to be at least one inappropriate comment in every conversation.



4.    You will be ostracised if you don’t laugh at said comment



5.    You must spray yourself with lynx every 5 minutes.



6.    You can’t show any pain if you hurt yourself in front of your mates, but it’s totally OK to ask for plasters, ice packs and sympathy after they have left



7.    It’s uncool if your mum offers your friends any form of refreshment when they come to your house



8.    You must act like you know all about the dodgy side of the internet, even though you have never seen it in your life and know your mum would knock your head off should you even attempt it



9.    In order for your friends to know you care you must call them names



10. You always have to try and fight each other … the reason for this is not yet clear.



So there we are. Those are the 10 basic rules of being a teenage boy I have managed to figure out. None of which make any sense to me whatsoever. I like to think I am still young and cool and not remotely embarrassing …. The teenager however, would seem to disagree. Offering his friends a drink and biscuit is apparently social suicide and I have officially been demoted to the rejects bench, where I am more than happy to stay until the teenage years are over!.

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