Sometimes I feel like people treat me like I'm a little kid. Perhaps I do look a bit young; I was still getting asked if I wanted a kid's menu at the age of 16. Slightly embarrassing when I reveal that I was the one to drive our group to the restaurant, but at least I got some crayons to play with. Sometimes my parents would encourage these kind of mistakes because the meals on the kids menus were cheaper. Sure, that does make sense, but you can only eat chicken fingers so many times before going insane.
It also isn't only strangers who think I'm a child. There was this one time I was with my parents at a restaurant, and I noticed a piece of hard candy on the ground. I picked it up so that no one would end up stepping on it later, and immediately my mom says, “Don't put that in your mouth!” Really, Mom? I'm in college. I was going to dust it off first.
I can handle it when strangers or adults kind of treat me like a kid, but there was a point when other people my own age were doing the same. Not cool. I would be hanging out with some friends in high school and someone would use some “profane language”. Then they would take one look at me and say, “Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to say that!” Why do you think I care? I don't typically cuss, but I really don't care if other people do. Contrary to popular belief, my ears aren't going to shrivel up.
The lesson here is: if you want to talk to me like a little kid, just be sure to give me some crayons first.
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