Taking the blame.

Ah- the first day back from break. For some odd reason I always have mountains of energy on the first day. I'm not entirely sure why this happiness is not a regular habit. It could be a lack of sleep. Or possibly it's just teenage angst.

I use that phrase often: teenage angst. I utilize it's powers of solving every mystery or emotional issue that a teen may have. I even use it to describe an action I have done; I blame my behavior and problems on this imaginary motif entitled teenage angst. My logic is impractical and clearly faulty for this is simply an excuse for inappropriate behavior.

Why do we, as imperfect humans, blame our issues on completely inrelatable objects or ideas? Why are we unable to take full responsibility of our own actions. Daily I hear the "lack of sleep" excuse or the "too busy" excuse. But, technically, who is to fault for these excuses? Ourselves.

As a child I had blamed my older brother for an uncountable number of things I did. I remember specifically a time when I had put soap in my sister's cup of water. I heard a scream from across the house. Merely moments after I could see my mother tromping across the living towards me and my brother. I lied. He took the blame.