And today I failed at it. I remember seventeen. I remember being self absorbed, clueless and obtuse. I remember believing I did no wrong, I had all the answers, I knew what I was doing. I remember, and I cringed when I saw it today in the attitude and actions of “young people.” And it makes me angry. And I don’t have any tolerance for their naive stupidity and casual indifference. And that makes me sad. Today I was unreachable, and no more mature than they are. Damn!