lol I’m mostly in agreement, but I can’t imagine adolescence without that burning need to go out and see what happens. I mean, (Jesus, this makes me feel old), throughout most of high school, we had cell phones, but not smart phones. Smartphones were invented the year I graduated high school.

But, the concept of going out just to be out of the house was so strong in me if I had to stay home one night I felt like the world was ending. “What’s happening out there,” “I bet [so and so] is doing something fun.” “I have to get out of this house.” And then as soon as I left the house, very excited, it was something of a relief to find out none of my friends were doing anything fun, but I’d drag them out of the house and we’d go sit in a parking lot somewhere, spending $2 for a drink and a fries, still being hungry, but not having any more money, finding a friend with weed, or finding a more secluded place to hang out, stand around for hours cracking jokes and listening to music…dude, those were the times. Although, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t cool or popular. I had my core friends, a true group of losers. But fuck if we weren’t trying to live a more sociable or interesting life despite our social awkwardness. And when we did find a party hosted by someone who’d let us come? We were so excited…and then we ended up hanging out together doing the same shit we were doing in the parking lot. But this time with some girls around.

I can’t imagine an adolescence filled with the desire to stay home.