i was recently re reading a diary that i discovered in my closet from when i was in the seventh grade. And mine was all about boys and barb s and all sorts of really immature things. It's a tough issue, because i don't know what it's like to be a kid now. I think they're very much like as flasand martyr, just regular, you know, that we have a lot in common. But there's no way, and there's no ways, that when i was 16 you could have communicated to me the notion of my forty two year old self. That's not comprehensible.