Writing these posts, I feel like Kurt Russell in The Thing talking into his little microphone. Instead of a body-snatching alien, I’m talking about…I dunno’…societal implications. I was talking to a friend the other day about Prom. Most of my memory from before half a decade ago is pretty hazy, and I’m not really a fan of nostalgia, but the discussion got us talking about expectations. As I said, I don’t remember much from before, but I do remember that every night between the ages of 14 and about 25, I would be struck by anxiety. It happened because I was so scared that I would miss something. Not just something, but I would miss the moment—the one that would transition me from a boy into a man.