Time to grow up.

One day, my boyfriend and I were at Highpoint shopping centre enjoying a relaxing coffee at an outdoor café. It was virtually empty, with the exception of a few passers-by’s coming and going from the centre. It was wonderfully peaceful.

Then out of nowhere came two screaming bells, running as fast as they could. As they passed us we heard them scream something about security being after them. Luca rolled his eyes at me as I shook my head, and then we then got back to our conversation. A minute later however, a swarm of fluro-clad teenagers appeared out of nowhere. Girls that looked like they were 12 were smoking, had what looked to be a make up factory on their faces, had barely any clothes on and were making sure the guys were noticing this. The boys were fighting with security, and every second word was “bro” or “fuckin’”. Every person that walked pass would shake their head at the group.

Now, my question is, do these little kids think they are cool? Do they think their tough? Unfortunately, the answer is obvious – yes they do. They think that everyone is envious of them. But do I have news for them! No one wants to be them. No one is impressed by the fact that these girls look like they could easily fit in down at St Kilda, or that the guys look exactly like those 20-something-year-old station bums asking for smokes off strangers.

These kids need to wake up and see that no one worships them like they think. Whether its kids their age or an adult passing by – they all laugh and smirk at them. Because they are jokes.