Yesterday I was out food shopping with my son (yes, he came with me under duress) and he was talking about himself.
I asked my son "Hey, do you think about yourself all the time?"
He thought for a few seconds and answered "Yeah, pretty much. I know I should be thinking of others and all that but I can't help it, I just think of me. Me, me, me."
I want to be a teenager again.
I think it is worth all the angst and pimples.