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Written by Julie Handy

Hey! I’m Julie, an atypical teenager. I get along with my parents, don’t have a boyfriend, and care nothing whatsoever about popularity or what people think of me (and thus I don’t care about my clothes or makeup, etc). I just get so sick of how teenagers are portrayed in the media today. I don’t even like the word “teenager”. There’s so much stigma attached to it. It conjures up pictures of makeup and clothes and basically all the materialism that I detest about today’s society. I thought it was about time someone wrote about what life is really like for my friends and I; the atypical teenagers. For instance, right now I’m listening to the music from a musical called Chess. It’s about the tension between the US and the Soviet Union during the Cold War. I try to discuss history and the philosophy behind it with my sister, but she just cuts me off with “Yeah, Julie, whatever.” My sister is an intellectual wasteland. What’s worse, she pretends to be intellectual, then says her future is being a hostess at Hooters. And she’s 15. I’m not kidding.
But among this absence of abstract thought, I have emerged, largely unscathed. I love to think about life’s great mysteries, I like reading people and pondering nature. I like to think I’m a philosopher, and perhaps a decent poet. This is just a bunch of random musings I’ve had over the years, and I thought I’d write them down, for the benefit of all atypical teenagers everywhere.


I wonder when we stop believing in magic. The tooth fairy, santa clause, genies. Everyone remembers before they were disillusioned, and everyone knows what it’s like after, but no one ever remembers the exact moment they stopped believing. Maybe it’s so gradual we don’t notice until after it happens. I think that this is when your childhood is over. After that you start to become a fully formed individual with a full personality. But what if the real magic is in the ability to view everything as a miracle. It sounds cheesy, but I mean it. Life can get pretty bad, but if you just look around you, contemplate how much it takes for one cell to be alive, and you’ll see what a miracle everything is. And the fact that every object in the universe is made up of billions of little organized particles just fills me with a sense of awe. Isn’t it incredible that the whole universe would just happen to end up like this, with all these complex organisms and all this life everywhere around us? One false move and life might never have evolved on earth. It was pure chance. You see what I mean by miracles. Once I learned to look at life like this, it’s become so much more interesting. There is magic everywhere, in the smallest, most insignificant inanimate object is constantly moving, a true tribute to nature. Once you see this, the entire universe seems to buzz with unquenchable life. And maybe that’s what growing up really means; trading the fake magic for the true magic of the universe. Some people never figure this out though, and I can’t help but wonder: are they fully formed individuals? Maybe these are the people who become maladjusted and lonely. Or maybe they figure something else out that serves the same purpose for them. I can’t speak for them, but I know that this works for me now. I am content with the world and have plenty to think about. As long as I can ponder things, I’m happy, and life is never boring!

PS. I know this sounds cheesy, but I truly believe it. And if you don’t like it, I don’t care.

- Julie Handy
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