In an attempt to better understand a teenager's mind I've been doing a little research by reading the diary I kept when I was sixteen.
And HOLY cow. It's hilarious.
When I'm not completely mortified by the things I said, I'm dying laughing. You would, too, if you read some of things you wrote when you were so young and full of life (and attitude and sass.)
I read somewhere once that the human brain doesn't fully develop until people are in their early 20s and I have to tell you, my research has pointed to this.
Let's take a quick look at our specimen:
Goodness, what the heck am I going to do with myself? I must be the biggest dummy in this entire world.
[Subject shows early signs of bad grammar and self-loathing common with age group.]
Well, to start things off I guess I'll tell you about Fred* It all started one Friday when he asked me to the 70's dance that our school was having that Saturday. So I went with him and had a good time and he asked me out again. So we went out the next Saturday and the next and the next and the next.
[Subject encounters Variable A. Subject now in danger of losing sound judgment and logical thinking.]
Then we spent Valentine's day together. I guess I could say that I care about him more than I cared about anyone else in the world.
[Study terminated. Subject completely infatuated and talks of nothing else but Variable A for the next seventeen pages.]
I think we can easily deduce that teenage girls think about boys a lot.
And I mean, A LOT.
But I already knew that.
*Names have been altered for posterity's sake.