Although, nineteen was one of the worst years of my life. Way too much angst to describe in this blog. Perhaps, they hide their angst? There are a lot of decisions at nineteen and they all feel equally important.
What should I major in? (Whatever you want).
Should we have a baby now or wait until we get married in five years. (Now).
What if I don't get into film school? (You'll still be a film maker).
Should I cut bangs? (Let me cut your hair. Please!)
Dare we eat a peach? (Peaches are out of season).
Should we train for a marathon? (You don't have to train. You're nineteen. Run. Run fast).
You're always welcome here you two.
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