Truth is, my inner teen absolutely cringes at the very thought of it.
Truth is, that inner teen, the know-it-all, the mature-beyond-her-years, the self-centered and self-proclaimed center of the universe, cannot fathom that the far older and clearly none-the-wiser version of herself has come to this.
Truth is, I could crush that inner teen like a June bug. Yeah, a June bug. In August.
[Truth is, I'm sure everyone with a teen girl has seen multitude of "Truth is" memes on Facebook.]
Truth is, I finally understand what possesses parents to take the measure of discouraging their teens from being friends with certain individuals.
Truth is, I can see why someone would take the bold measure of forbidding said contact.
Truth is, if it wasn't official before, it is now. I'm fuckin' old.
[Photo courtesy Hilton Pond Center. No June bugs were crushed in the writing of this post.]