Tolerance is hard

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!