EVER SEEN AN ATTITUDE?

Have you ever seen an attitude walk into the room? A teen-age one? One named Sharon? It may fly under the radar of sight but it always reveals itself in delusional discourse:

“Stop treating me like I’m a kid! I’m grown!”
“You’re all of fifteen for God’s sake.”
“You don’t understand me, you don’t trust me!”
“Trust has nothing to do with it . . . look at me—”
“I don’t want to look at you . . . I need my space and—”
“Let me tell you what space is young lady; space is when you pay the light bill, the water bi—“
“All I’m asking to do is see a movie with Booger.”
“What’s it rated?”
“Um . . . I don’t know . . .R?”
“Well you can mark this down, you ain’t and you ain’t seeing that boy!”
You got that right, done seen ’em, Sharon thought. “STOP TRYING TO CONTROL MY LIFE!!!!”
“I’M NOT TRYING TO CONTROL—“
“Mama.”
“What?”
“Um . . . I need $20.”

Have you ever seen an attitude walk into the room? A “grown up” one? One named Jeb? It may fly under the radar of sight but it always reveals itself in delusional discourse:

“I’m going to do this!”
“I’m going to do . . .”

Do I pay the light bill? What I mean is, “Did I create the light and place it in the exactly the right place in the universe so that all might see?

Do I pay the water bill? Did I create the oceans, the rivers, the underground water system, and the rain clouds and the fronts that carry them?

Am I so grown after all?