Teenagers

So on Saturday night me and the ball and chain went to see Shrek the Third. I was so excited about seeing it, since I am very into animation. The theater was packed. I made sure we got there early so that we could get good seats- we did. As my husband went to get popcorn, I found a seat next to a group of teenage girls. Before the movie trailers began, they had local advertising on the movie screen.

Suddenly, my infertility clinic's commercial came on. First of all, I didn't know they had a commercial. Secondly, seeing it up there was quite the surprise but I was so proud of it (seeing as though this was the place that helped me get pregnant).

The teenage girl beside me started laughing at the commercial.

I wanted to bitch slap her.

I did.

It's funny how people don't realize how one thing they do can affect another.

I know she was not aware of what her laugh did to me. I too was a horrid teen, like I've stated in previous blogs. But that laugh hurt me to the core.

Did this little girl know what the woman sitting besides her had to undergo to get pregnant? Did she know that the same fertility clinic that she was laughing at on the screen was my saving grace?

NO. She knew nothing.

And I know that it should be OK because after all she is a teen and doesn't know what real problems are.

Urgh.