Ava Scalia: The Opinion Connoisseur

Ava Scalia:  The Opinion Connoisseur

Ava Scalia, Staff Writer

At this age, 16, I’m old enough to truly develop opinions of my own.  And trust me when I say that I do.  I can be blunt and ignorant and just plain wrong, but my opinion is my opinion. Even in my years of pull-up diapers and just merely learning what the world was, I seemed to always have something to say about it. There was no filter for me; whatever thoughts grazed my mind ended up being vomited out of my mouth.  I held no shame in sharing the way I viewed the world because I was still young enough to believe that looking through rose colored glasses at life was okay.

Unfortunately, that would change.  In my pre-teen years, I was physically a model example of what a 11-12 year old pip squeak should be, all pimples and armpit hair.  Razors truly are a gift from God.  Mentally, it was a crucial time for growth.  At that age, kids are very impressionable.  When a child hears someone who holds authority in their life speak with conviction and firm belief, that kid is more than likely going to adopt those same opinions.  And so, that is exactly what happened.  I molded myself around my family’s opinions of the world.  I took up their political stands, religious beliefs, and morals for no other reason than the fact that because they were older and we shared blood, they couldn’t be wrong. 

Gradually I began to piece together my own opinions of the world, and it wasn’t my values that kept my usually talkative self silent, but the fear of disapproval from my family members.  My grandmother, grandfather, mother, aunt, uncle, etc… I didn’t want to face their disappointment in my vastly different views.  Years passed, and there I was still nodding along to what they believed.  I think it clicked for me one day, (I don’t know why or when) that I am my own person.  I am allowed to have opinions that differ from everyone else, and while I still sometimes catch myself nodding my head to words and values that I disagree with, I respect the person who has them.  Their views are valid and mine are, too. It’s so important to me now to never push my view of the world onto anyone.  I want discussions, not lectures.  Having one person speak, and everyone agree is not a conversation, sorry to say.  I’d rather argue with someone than brood in my own opinionated silence one more second.  At least in an argument, you get to yell back and be heard.