As someone who edits high schoolers’ writing in my spare time, I’ve read a lot of terrible teenage prose through the years.
Pretension is the best-case scenario, indicative if nothing else of a lively imagination.
I arrived at college convinced of two things: Ayn Rand’s genius and the transformative powers of cunnilingus. Neither was a belief I had tested in practice, but enough smart and enthusiastic people endorsed them that I took them both on faith.
In the universe of the so-called hookup culture, sex is an either/or game, with no room for nuance in the middle. It's lovemaking OR it's hooking up. You're boyfriend and girlfriend, or you're just using each other's bodies.
I realized that my anxiety was not the result of a bad relationship. Mostly, it was there because I have been neurotic and change-averse my entire life, and -- surprise! -- nothing about my brain chemistry changed after my boyfriend proposed to me.