In my recent column for Inspades.News, titled Confessions of an Introvert, I shine a light on the bright side of the pandemic and take you into a conversation that I have often. It’s not with anyone in particular. It’s actually with the voices in my own head.
I’m not a psychologist or expert in humanology* but I’m pretty sure that this conversation is proof that I’m an introvert. (Unless I’m drinking tequila. Tequila takes me out of my comfort zone and makes me have another kind of conversation. One where I’m talking on the phone. A lot. Except not the kind of phone you’re probably thinking of. The type I’m referring to is big and white. And it has this little lever thingie where you can flush all evidence of what has been said into a void of did-it-ever-really-happen? These types of conversations mostly rhyme with BLAAAAHHHHH.)
Regardless, another aspect of being an introvert is that I have several online friends. Friends that I have never met but love. To be clear, not love in the LOVE sense of the word but friends that I have a true connection with. I appreciate these relationships because there’s momentum in our friendships and yet I never actually have to leave the house or put on pants. (That sounded waaaayyyy less sexual in my head. But again, makes the point that I am indeed an introvert.)
What’s your point, Mona?
Stay with me. I do have a point. And I’m coming to it.
So, recently a memory popped up on Facebook from ten years ago and I reshared it with an update.
The responses made me realize that there is a NEED for such a book. Let’s face it, raising teenagers is the second hardest thing in the world. (Second only to actually BEING a teenager.)
So, then I conducted a highly scientific market research on other social media platforms and again, the responses validated my suspicions … that there is a real need for a book that looks at the lighter side of raising teenagers.
Note that my use of the word lighter does not in any way camouflage the INTENSE chaos that comes with raising teenagers. We’ve all experienced it. And while it’s common knowledge that adolescence is a time of rapid hormonal changes, as parents we age at a whopping rate of 47 years during that seven-year span of our offspring’s transformation into young adulthood. It’s awesome.
So that’s my news. Thanks to all who have chimed in with interest to be a part of this project! I’m currently working on the book proposal and will keep you posted.
*Apparently humanology isn’t a word. I think we can all agree that it should be. We all know what I meant, right?
Oh! And you may have forgotten since the link is at the top of this post. Here’s the quick link again for your convenience should you want to go read Confessions of an Introvert. The first part.
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