Going through the early stages of a second puberty while isolated alone in my house from literally everyone is truly the weirdest shit ever. All norms are different and even my body is changing. I'll literally look/be different when I see some people again.

It's so hard to figure out which of my moods are hormonal and which are because I have literally no routine and haven't spoken to a person face to face in a while. I'm also sad I'm not sharing this experience of getting the puberty I want because I'm just in this house alone.

This all feels like a heavy handed metaphor for puberty part one. What's weirder, your body changing or having to go to middle school? Both together in some ways. A combination of alienation/excitement/personal growth/scary change.

There's a reason a bunch of Disney Channel original movies use magical transformation as a metaphor for puberty. Heck I'm practically nocturnal, isolated, and having weird body changes is this not literally the decription of a vampire?

I Am Not Okay With This is hitting different right now tbh. Very much am feeling like a teen with acne, trauma, and possibly an ability to explode things with my moody uncontrollable brain.

Probably the strangest thing in all this is having a self aware, fully developed adult brain while going through this sort of thing again. It really does feel familiar but also obviously very different.

This thread brought to you by listening to Ezra Furman on YouTube, punctuated by ads of various celebrities telling me to stay home. Thanks life. You're nothing if not on the nose.