The Heart Is No Different
I think I’ve always known there’s nothing special about me. I’m just your average, slightly overweight teenager with not much else going for her. If you ask anyone that knows me, they’ll probably say… Jenny? She’s a nice girl. Nice. Possibly the most boring word in the English language.
I couldn’t be more different from the pretty, trendy, outgoing teenage girls the boy next door regularly parades around the town.
But my heart is no different from theirs. It feels just as deeply, breaks just as easily and loves just as passionately.
And I have loved him all my life.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleYou brought a big smile to my face Linda. Teen age years, how difficult, till you get older, then you understand they were the best years, but only when you have your own teenagers, and hear them say, you don’t understand, Mother/Father. And yes, we are all the same in our own different ways. A lovely 100 words.
Thanks Eric. Oh the angst of those teenage years! That spot that would suddenly appear on your face just before you were going out on a Saturday night. Only the size of a pin head but, to you, a volcano! And yes, they were great years when everything was possible.
It keeps me smiling, Linda. Eric is right, those years are the best years of our life. Where I can do whatever I want and I can go wherever and whenever I want. But now, as I am getting older, I am not a teenager anymore, I have different priorities, different lifestyles but my heart beats the same as a teenager.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleStay young at heart Lotchie and you will never grow old. Thanks for your comment.
Yes, you also Linda. You’re welcome.
I hope this lovely young girl becomes a writer so she can share her inner world and be understood. That won’t help much with the “popular” crowd, but it will open a much more wonderful community to her. Great story, Linda. By the way, I must be the only person here who doesn’t think the teen years are the best years of a person’s life. Far from it! The beauty of getting… Read more »
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI concur Julie. My teenage years and the mental torture I was subjected to ruined my self esteem and self confidence for life.
I truly believe my teenage years were the best because they were part of the swinging 60’s when London was the place to be! The Beatles, Mods and Rockers, Mary Quant fashion, Vidal Sassoon haircut and England actually won the World Cup in 1966. But I do agree Julie, freedom does come with age.
You almost wrote the story of my teenage years there, Linda. I was very skinny and had (still have) extremely curly, frizzy hair. My mum made me keep it very short though. We’d also moved to the North East from ‘down south’ when I was seven. So I spoke differently. It all culminated in a lot of unpleasant name calling and bullying, mainly from the girls. So I never stood a chance… Read more »
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI’m sorry if my story brought back bad memories for you Carrie, that must have been a terrible time for you. My protagonist wasn’t bullied, she just wasn’t one of the ‘In Crowd’. I hope those girls who made your life so unhappy look back now with shame.
I guess I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it hadn’t been for my childhood experiences. I know it made me far more empathetic than most of my fellow student nurses when I went into my training. It’s made me far more accepting of other peoples faults. But it wasn’t pleasant at the time. A couple of years back, one of the girls actually messaged me, via someone else, with… Read more »
Linda, I think many people can relate to your story. You portrayed the feelings and thoughts of your protagonist so well. Great story.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThanks for those kind words Marianna. I called on the feelings I had during a family holiday when I was 13 years old. A group of slightly older teenagers were gathered around a juke box, laughing and joking and I was sitting alone at the counter of a coffee bar. I so wanted to be one of them!
Your story probably opens up memories of similar experiences for many of us, Linda. The sentence about the protagonist’s heart – the heart (!) of your story – is food for thought and deepens the perspective.
We, who were the quiet and shy teenagers, without a strong and outgoing personality, were often considered “nice”, while envying the bold and confident ones. But they didn’t become writers as we did! ?
How true Christer. Here’s to our fellow writers who may not all be bold and outgoing but can reach others in so many other ways.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleWhat a nice story, Linda. Teenage years, their troubles and their love affairs. I almost totally lost my self-esteem as a result of my teenage years. But I’m grateful to God I was able to get back on track. Christina Aguilera did a great deal in the song, ‘Beautiful’.
Our teenage years, what a journey they take us on Thompson. I’m so glad you got through them with the help of God and through music. The words to ‘Beautiful’ are indeed inspiring. Thank you for your comment.