If I die, I want to come back as a teenager

Seriously. Think about it.

 

As a teenager, you don't have a mortgage. You don't have to buy groceries, pay the electric bill, budget your money or cook dinner.

 

Sounds pretty great right?

 

I want to be able to whine, bitch and moan to get what I want.

 

I want to throw a hissy fit when things don't go exactly my way.

 

I want to expect my parents to stop whatever they are doing so that I can do what I WANT to do, at the EXACT moment I want to do it.

 

I want to use unkind words, insults and general surliness against all of my family. And then 5 minutes later act like nothing is wrong.

 

I want to roll my eyes at WHATEVER adult who is trying to counsel me.

 

I want to leave my room a mess, not do all my homework, bitch about doing chores, complain about being bored, and not lift a finger to help anyone OTHER than myself.

 

I want to ask "What's for dinner" and not be expected to help.

 

I want to pout when I am told no.

 

Of course I will ALWAYS know more than my parents about EVERYTHING.

 

And because I am a teenager, I will not have to say I am sorry. Ever.

 

Who's with me?