Raw Thinking:
From when I was old enough to talk, I have always been told that I was mature for my age, looked older than I was, or that I never hang out with anybody my own age. A common childhood story my mother likes to tell her friends is that when I was 6 years old I would hang out at my mom’s hair salon and sit up in the “processing booths” with the customers and ask them “so what are you getting done today?” and my mom would be so impressed of how I could have a full on conversation with a stranger for over 30 minutes. It occurs to me often that I find myself making new friends that are older. Most 13 year old boys are rational where I live, so I have to seek out new, older friends. Some “friends” make fun of me for not having any friends my age. But does it really matter? The majority of my friends are between the ages of 19-35. Some say it’s a gift from God, others say I need to get friends my age. The way I think of it is, if you have older friends with more experience in life, you can come to them with your life problems, and they will be resolved more quickly than a 13 year old kid.
Just a little something on my mind.
Great Scripture: Colossians 3:12-17


