They don't talk about their bowels, their knees, their backs, their lugs or their cellulite.
They remind me of when I was invincible and knew it all, but was really just an asshole most of the time.
They remind me that the world is going to change, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
I like the flagrant display (through clothes, hair, tattoos, and cool smoking poses) of attitude as if this is what will get them where they want to go in life.
I like their openness to possibility in the face of what reality appears to offer.
I like their sense of humor.
I like the innocence behind their grown up masks.
I admire the way they juggle all that is thrown at them, most of which the adults didn't prepare them for.
They're fun to be around.
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