It’s been about 2 years of being surrounded by youths who do strange things, and other than feeling rather old in their company, I also have started to think about my younger days. And boy, was I a funny creature too.
No gory details here, but to sum up my follies:
Too much $$ spent on pass-it-on cards. Too many “Stay cool and funky! Friends forever!” sign-offs.
Oh, what desire for acceptance and delusion can do to a person’s level of judgement and sincerity.