Saturday, April 14, 2012

Lindsey Weir e a adolescência

Excertos retirados do artigo da Rookie Mag escrito por Tavi Gevinson. 

In the show Freaks and Geeks, it’s never clearly explained why the main character, Lindsay Weir, my personal hero, traded in her cardigan for an army jacket and started ditching class to hang out with stoners. At one point, her little brother Sam comes into her room and asks, abruptly but not out of nowhere, “Why are you throwing your life away?” Lindsay pauses before telling Sam that she was alone with their grandma when she died and had asked her if she saw anything right before it happened, “a light or anything,” and her grandma, someone who’d been “a good person all her life,” said no.
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These here precious (groan) teenage years are meant for change and for testing out being a human in the microcosm that is school and your friends and your house before you have to go be a human in the world outside. It’s natural and healthy to try out different identities and go through phases. What worries me is the resentment with which I look back on the person Iused to be. These multiple versions of myself, they’re everywhere. They’re at family gatherings and the houses of old friends, in photos on our fridge and online, in my closet and in my now-embarrassing collections of books and movies and music.These here precious (groan) teenage years are meant for change and for testing out being a human in the microcosm that is school and your friends and your house before you have to go be a human in the world outside. It’s natural and healthy to try out different identities and go through phases. What worries me is the resentment with which I look back on the person Iused to be. These multiple versions of myself, they’re everywhere. They’re at family gatherings and the houses of old friends, in photos on our fridge and online, in my closet and in my now-embarrassing collections of books and movies and music.
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And at school. Oh, god, school. As you navigate the halls during those first days of a new school year, eager to adopt a new identity, you’re instead met with sad, bitter reminders of your old one, and as you recognize people who knew you at a time when you were less nice/cool/interesting/smart/attractive, you panic a little bit. They do the same, and so an unspoken pact is made through uncomfortable glances and half-smiling nods. It is understood by the time October rolls around: we will never talk about who we used to be.
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It’s just exploring. Hanging out with different friends, taking different classes, joining different clubs, getting into different music or wearing different clothes: the important thing isn’t figuring out who exactly you are and your sole purpose in life THIS VERY INSTANT. It’s just knowing that it’s up to you the same way it was up to Lindsay Weir. In the meantime, all you can really do is find the things and people you relate to at the moment and hold them close. Somewhere, among the hair dye bottles and sleepover souvenirs and doodled-on paperbacks, you’ll find parts of yourself that you know will be sticking around. ♦

Não podia concordar mais com este artigo escrito por uma miúda muito mais nova que eu. Na realidade não tinha pensado muito nisto - nas diferentes personalidades, gostos, mentalidades que adoptamos na adolescência e como realmente eles são importantes. Muitas vezes criticava "Aquela gaja a semana passada era gótica, agora é hippie....amanhã vai ser o quê?" sem realmente me aperceber que "aquela gaja" simplesmente estava a explorar os muitos estilos etc. Eu também fui assim. Eu também fui geek, atada, anti-cenas, depois houve uma fase que queria ser gótica, maria-rapaz, depois feminina, despreocupada com a imagem, chata...etc etc - já fui centenas de coisas. Nunca fiz uma mudança radical e tenho orgulho de dizer que há coisas em mim que eu não mudei ou não mudei a opinião. Mas todas estas fases por que passei fazem parte da adolescência. Se não experimentar certas coisas como é que no final saberemos o que realmente gostamos e quem realmente somos? TODOS mas mesmo todos (uns mais cedo outros mais tarde) passam por isto que a Tavi escreve. Até hoje acho que esta vontade de experimentar "novas identidades" não desaparece completamente. Tenho 25 anos e ainda queria "ser" muita coisa....mas as bases de quem eu sou já estão lá e nunca farei mudanças radicais como por exemplo "ser uma rapariga boazinha e coiso e passar para gótica que odeia o mundo e é anti-social". A altura de mudanças da personalidade é na adolescência....tenho dito. 

PS: Vejam Freaks&Geeks. 

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