You have TWO avenues as a boy growing up in this world

[Together-Whenever-Wherever]

You can be the anxious, frightened boy who plugs into the Internet like streams find a river, or you can be the over-compensating male who puffs his chest out like a spring-chicken. This is high school. This is the training ground for your future. And in preparation for the brave new world it slams you upside the head with left or right.

 

It's only after you've graduated high school and failed enough that you are pressed into a corner and find the middle. Rationality, evidence, analysis. When your starred and hazy eyes finally get to see some clarity and reclaim your manhood. Twenty years of life abused, and we now must scratch and grab our way towards something better. Man. This world sometimes.