I was on the subway this morning and I had to stand above a group of guy and girl teens sitting on the bench, which is basically my worst nightmare. I knew they were talking about me because teens don’t yet know how to talk about people in their vicinity without being painfully obvious. I like, started sweating and spent the next three stops thinking about how teens are the worst people on earth. Then one of them waved at me and I was like, “Great, about to get in a fight with a teen on public transportation.” I take my earbud out and he goes, “You have pretty eyes,” and I eyed his three teen friends all e_e to make sure they weren’t being sarcastic. Then I said, “Oh. I thought you guys were making fun of me.”
Forever crippled by teen judgment.
