Posthuman Blues

I find myself confused by and disgusted with teenagers. I don't understand them. It's not enough to say they simply inhabit a liminal realm between childhood and adulthood -- it's weirder than that. It's like they're only peripherally alive, human only in a basic anatomical sense. What's really unnerving is the knowledge that I was one once. I feel obscurely ashamed of the fact; I'm trying to keep it secret. Heaven forbid if word of this closeted skeleton gets out.