It was 9 p.m. on a Wednesday night, and instead of taking notes on the judicial branch, drawing a comparative bar graph or dealing with the growing mountain of clothes on my floor, I was being sucked into the black hole of procrastination.

Also known as Pinterest.

No, I was not wasting time looking at prom dresses (because that’s in six months, 15 days, 16 hours, and 20 minutes — but who’s counting?) or inventive recipes I can accidentally poison my peer group with. Instead, I was scrolling through Teenager Posts.

As I was scrolling, I was thinking, “Oh thank God I’m not the only one.” Throughout my whole life — and just about everybody else’s life too — we have been told that we are snowflakes. I am a snowflake. You are another snowflake. I am an individual designed like nobody else because no two snowflakes look exactly alike. When I was little, I had no problem accepting the fact that I was something beautiful that falls from the sky. But now, I don’t want to be completely unique. I got lonely being my own snowflake.

Then I discovered Teenager Posts, and a great wave of comfort came over me after realizing I’m not the only one in this whole universe who relates to silly but completely realistic life situations.

For example:

1. How am I supposed to make life choices when I still use my fingers to count and sing the whole alphabet to see what letter comes next? (Teenager Post #13792)

2. Teacher: “Where’s your book?” Me: “At home.” Teacher: “And what’s it doing there?” Me: “Having more fun than me.” (Teenager Post #8973)

3. Turning off the lights downstairs and running upstairs so no one kills you. (Teenager Post #5816)

Don’t get me wrong, being unique and individual is great — “you do you” and all that. But it’s nice to know that we’re all in this together (you just sang those last five words in your head — dang it “High School Musical”). Teenager Posts means somebody out there gets what it’s like to be a teenager.

I shared this Teenager Post with my mom. Big mistake. I spent 15 minutes trying to explain this:

*Mom yells your name* You: Yes?! …*silence* You: YEAAAH?!!! *SILENCE* You: UGH! *gets up and see what she wants. (Teenager Post #411)

That conversation happens between me and my mom every single day. However, when it’s put into Teenager Post format, she does not understand. Not everybody may understand teenagers, but we understand each other.

Be the individual snowflake. But when being a snowflake gets tough, remember: You are not alone.