The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.
Well, that’s what we do. We fight. You tell me when I’m being an arrogant son of a bitch, and I tell you when you’re being a pain in the ass. Which you are 99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. They have like a two second rebound rate, and you’re back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.