Best years of your life, my ass

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my teenage years were mainly unexciting.
I studied a lot. I drew a lot. I listened to a lot of music. I was for the most part a loner - which wasn't bad but sometimes I did wish I was in a group.

from 17 onwards my life got more interesting, i started putting myself out there more.. not that much ahah but more than before. 19/20/21 were definitely the most fun. 22/23 kinda bad.

Junior high was horrible, high school was amazing, and college was adequate. High school definitely was the best years of my life. I was able to have a friend group, which I couldn’t figure out how to replicate in college. I still keep in touch with a friend from high school. I’ve tried to contact my one good friend from college, but he’s never responded.

Gallia,

I was the same way. In high school and college, I mainly studied. I had friends, but never dated.

I didn't get my driver's license until I was 48, so I was very limited in my life. Now I'm making up for that.

I don't know, but I imagine that middle age is probably the happiest time of life - one has got rid of all the horrible, insatiable desires that torment one as a young man. There's still the midlife crisis, though.

I'm 57....I'm still as "desirous" as I was when I was 17.

I still haven't gotten over the desire to have nice, Aesthetic times with a scholarly, bespectacled woman.

I've found that life and coping skills get better with age. I do kind of miss being a teenager, just not some of the people I knew.

I was miserable all through childhood, teenage years were a disaster, college was somewhat better, although I made so many, many mistakes because I did not know what I was doing. The best years of my life have been, say the last 10 years, late middle age and spilling over into being old. I'd like to have a healthy body, but I would not return to another period of my life for anything.

I don't miss those years at all. My childhood years and teenage years were the worst years of my life. Growing up transgender, autistic and hiding my preference for Germany over Britain was no picnic. In the 80s and early 90s, all autistic people were seen as being the R-word, I was being raised by a mum who's very proud to be female and a dad who went on about how proud I should be to have a British last name. Both of them were trying to get me to be ladylike. I decided f**k it and started being myself two and a half years ago. After the way my mum treated me on the Boxing Day of 2015, I decided that I didn't need to impress anybody in my family anymore.

The best years of my life began after escaping from school and the care of people who had not the foggiest idea of care and protection of children. Freedom!! ! Fortunately I escaped fairly early in my teenage years and was lucky to meet some kind and good people who were older than me.

The best years of a life are not measured by age. That's just silly. They are measured by the adequacy of filling intensely human needs of safety, liberty, security, opportunity, and as Aretha said - RESPECT!

The disrespect of anyone who was not an adult was automatic in my teen years, and cruelty to children whether verbal, emotional, psychological or physical didn't raise any adult eyebrows. So I hate hearing platitudes pretending that those years are or ever were some sort of arcadian time of joy.

It's platitudinous cr*p...

I have wondered on this too, though not so hotly as you. It may be that they mean, in all a mans life, this is the time of the fewest duties, and the most glee.

Mine were a proper rollercoaster. Had some of the best times of my life but equally some of my very lowest moments.

My childhood, teenage years and years up until late 22 were s**t.
Legitimately surprised I made it out alive.