It’s sort of a rite of passage of being a teenager that
you think you’ve got the world figured out, have everyone’s number, and believe
your own views to be absolutely right. I suppose it takes most people until
sometime in early adulthood to realize that you didn’t know half of what you
thought you did when you were seventeen. Some teenagers (I might have been one
of them) take it a step further and believe there is an authentic way of living
and that just about everyone walking this earth is a big phony. Think Holden
Caulfield. It should suggest something important that he was my hero at fifteen
and then a sad tragedy at thirty.
