“I was crawling on the floor. I remember throwing up, like, within the hour. I remember being on the floor…I have never felt anything quite like that. It was so visceral. It’s like someone has killed you and you have to live through it and watch it happen…It was awful.”
—Emma Stone, interviewing with Cameron Crowe for Interview magazine, where she talked about her first heartbreak—at the tender age of fourteen. Ahem. I said fourteen.
See, I had this kind of breakup once. But it wasn’t at fourteen—I was twenty, going on twenty-one, and I had dated the guy for almost three years. When I was fourteen, I was too busy building forts in the woods and riding my bike all over the city to care all that deeply about someone that I’d actually be vomiting from upset when things ended, as they inevitably do at the age of fourteen.
Maybe this is why youth are in the state they’re in these days. You know, the abundance of teenage suicides and bullying and Teen Mom-like antics, because kids are just trying to grow up way faster than they have in the past. Although Emma and I are only six years apart, it seems like we had very, very different experiences at fourteen years old.
I mean, honestly. Whatever happened to all-night Nintendo marathons at fourteen?