vi. High School Years - Two Women And Two Unconverging Lines
vi. High School Years
When Jay D. bethought about his high school years, he reminisced the color gray. It was absolutely colorless and arid three years. This was when he started becoming anti-social rapidly. This was also when he started feeling so distanced from his mother. He almost felt betrayed. Intrinsically, what he found was the world of conventions and compliances. He went to one of those high schools what most students eventually went to prestigious universities. He did not find it disgusting, but he disliked the tone of the voice his classmates had. They all essentially talked about following conventions and complying with the rest. They basically talked about ‘fitting in’, and that, to him, was unthinkable. That is not to say that 16 years old ought to take drugs. That is not to say that 17 years old ought to sleep with 10 or 20 other 17 years old. That is not to say that 18 years old ought to drink, smoke and party. But they ought to feel that there is something wrong with the world that exists. SUV polluting the environment. Corrupt politicians. As the old saying suggests , those who can’t do, teach. Uniform. Customs and rituals that do not mean anything logical in today’s world. Maybe drug dealers. Police. Bullies, incompetents, socialists and libertarians. The fact that they have been told to go to reputable universities and become lawyers, doctors or become corporate executives all the time. How can life be like that? There ought to be more but the society that exists does not seem to tell them that life ought to be in that way. 16 years old and 17 years old ought to feel angry; they ought to feel that the world that surrounds them is antagonistic. But his classmates apparently asserted otherwise; it was inconceivable, and that fueled his anger. However, he was supposedly in this place for his benefits, according to his mother. This created his feeling of resentment toward his mother. It felt that his life up to this point appeared to be a kind of setup. It seemed that whatever his mother did was betrayal.
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Looking back now, he realized that it was not betrayal. He also realized that she was a good mother and that she tried to provide her best to him. But the fact reminded him that there was a recognizable distance between him and his mother back then already, and the distance only grew in the coming years.
