Skin in the Game= Changing the Narrative=Nature v. Nurture=The Way You Are

MEMO

TO: The Grown Ups.

FROM: The Kids. The Real Kids.

DATE: Rapidly becoming too late

RE: Hard Work

Here are our wants. Hear are our needs: FREE TO BE, ME, ME, ME!

PLEASE LISTEN UP!!

With device permission, We heard a song, we would like to share with the Grown Ups. A “borrow” of “lines” that would crucially benefit the Grown Ups to hear:

Hopefully tic toc will listen too. Can you work hard on the facts that connecting our inner light is a part of our natural light? Can YOU connect to that one point Grown Ups???

We youngins’ don’t hold out much hope. We are watching, listening, learning, and yearning.

When did our skin in the game become the only skin in the game?

Here goes:

“Don’t go changin’

“To try and please me.”

”I would not leave you in times of trouble.”

“We never could have come this far”

“I took the good times, I’ll take the bad times”

“I’ll take you just the way you are.”

Thank you Joel.

Can you do that Grown Ups?

Will you take us, “Just the way we are”…

If not,

Can you please work harder on accepting the facts of life? We are not super, duper religious. But conventional wisdom bestowed upon us as our birth right says there are: Two.

We are indeed confused. But not as much about ourselves as you are about yourselves. Can you do the hard work, please work harder on accepting the facts of life? What exactly does “Changing the Narrative” mean to you GrownUps.

Are you really that frightened of telling any of us youth, “No”? We really prefer discipline, boundaries, rules. Really!!

In fact, We are begging you for them.

Why are we being taught, re- taught, versed, and re-versed to NOT accept ourselves? The Me, He, She, Her, Him Mister, Misses. When did the GrownUps think it was acceptable to: Poke, Prod, Prop, Dye, Cut, Change, our Inner Identities to roll into an identity-confused future? Who does this actually benefit?

We USED to like ourselves before all the adult confusion. Our life began at birth. Looks and All. Cries and All.

Why do you want to hurt us so much? And “guard” us against our families in causing this hurt to us?

Props, Props and more Props?

Please. We are not props. We are human beings.

Please do not tell us to “Take a Hike”. Because. Rest Assured.

We Will. We will hike along the mountainous trail and reflect on how good of a human being we are.

”AS IS”.

No remodel of our beautiful selves required! No renovation needed. No shades, blinds or blades! If that requires us to walk a miles in our own shows. So. Be. It.

Free to Be-Me, Me, Me!!!

We thank you for your guidance, we thank you for your support. But if allowed, we have a question: Does that include selling our souls inside the glove compartment along with the Porsche? Changing our parts in exchange for a “Lambo”.

That confuses us.

Masculine. Feminine. We are young. We may be outsiders. But we do know the differences and we accept them readily. If a friend of ours tells us on the playground about their ambivalence.

The very LAST thing we would do is STOMP on it. Cut them off. Shut them down.

We are there for them. Just the way they are. Perhaps unbridled and unencumbered acceptance is all our friend needs to help them grow and mature. Get over the humps. Get over the bumps.

Like a fine wine: Maturation and Wisdom go hand and hand. We walk the path of social cohesion pubertal experience with no blocks, sock, penalties, or rocks. Thrown at us.

If you GrownUps remember—maybe you do, maybe you don’t, we are not yet fully capable of telling you to cut this or that off. Our brains are not fully developed until our mid-twenties. Perhaps you want to take that to the bank. Rather than or before you put our “parts” out there on the “open market”. Perhaps you ought to read the “fine print”. We are not,

For sale.

“Parts is Parts” an old time auto dealer used to say. During a sales pitch.

We youth choose to freely walk hand in hand with our-around-the same-aged friends across their bridge of “not so sure right now”, to, Yep or Nope.

We do not offer them, change ultimatums, cuts, dyes, lashes, fake lashes, buckles, chuckles or **ckles. Scarves, hats, caps, or

Masks.

Just acceptance, hand in hand, until they can figure it out. Without the knife. Without the blood. Without the intrusion. Why do the Grown Ups not allow us this self-discovery and short cut us to the operating room? We are in the midst of a self discovery trip with a light at the end of the tunnel of WHO we are. WHO we are to become.

And GrownUps want to change that. We DON’T get it. And last we thought, the GrownUps are the responsible ones……the ones making decisions.

We concerned because you confuse us.

We are the natural sight. Yeah. Like it or lump it. We like to take selfies. Like we said earlier, FREE TO BE! ME, ME, ME. Please do not make us change who we are for a, for a “Narrative”. We are more than a narrative. We like to walk among ourselves. To learn, grow, mature. We are not confused about what is happening. Just a little moody.

When you try to change us youth, this is what we hear, “You do not like me.” “You do not accept me”. GrownUps, may not realize you are engaging in the worst kind of exclusion. Of me. We realize we did not bring a “how to” pamphlet on our way out, when we came into your world, yuck and all. But hey, a little common sense goes a long way. That and discipline, boundaries, rules.

Really. We like them. We just rebel—because that is what we are supposed to do at our age.

Grown Ups—what is your excuse?

We are more than your Prop. We are a human. At our fragile ages, We are not yet fully capable of giving consent to an adult to change our “parts”. We kind like us. Bones and All.

We are more than ready, willing and able to work with you GrownUps. As we are. As you are. We can muddle through, whatever we do. Together, Wherever. We Go.

We respectfully request of you GrownUps, and as respectfully on behalf of our youthdom that you please,

Get a Clue.

Thank you.