Recipe for Misery

My mom is raising my cousin's son, Alex. Alex played some of my old CD's while I was doing my am practice, which was distracting.

I wanted to tell him, "Don't do it!"

It took me back to when I was a kid in this very same house. As adolescents, we struggle to assume an identity. We sample everything and decide "I like this," "I don't like that," or "I don't care." We present this collection of opinions and feelings to the world and say, "This is who I am."

Isn't it?

Alex is relentlessly in the "I don't care" camp about everything. It's very strenuous for him to constantly embody "I don't care."

I wish I could tell him, "Don't do it, you'll just have to undo all this later in order to find peace."