[Perspectives] The teenage brain: under construction
There have been times when I’ve said that if I ended up meeting my teenage self, due to some bizarre time-travel mishap, I’d probably end up trying to strangle the arrogant, bungling, self-absorbed waste of space that he was. I’ve heard other people echo similar sentiments. It’s weird how so many think so little of their adolescent selves, from their older, more mature perspective. How can we change so much and yet remain the same person? And why were we like that, consumed with all the neuroses and priorities that as adolescents were so vital but now just seem ridiculous, or baffling, or even a little sad?