Teenagers are a "trigger" for me, to use a current buzz-word.
They're always in groups, being loud and obnoxious. Of course they're pretty, young, and care-free, and it's always groups of boyfriends and girlfriends. Oh I both envy and hate them. Their way of life disgusts me, but I also crave it for carnal reasons. I want to take the girls away from the boys, but it's even more aggravating that I know these young men could pummel me easily.
Sometimes they catch me fuming - studying the girls, eyeing their smooth youthful bodies; bodies perfect, seemingly with no effort. When a girl sees me, the look of disgust on her face makes me feel like some sort of existential ugliness, threatening to intrude into her radiant life. And if a guy sees me, he tries to prove dominance by holding eye-contact, staring me down like some sort of baboon.
It becomes so tempting to either attack these groups, or try to grab and run-off with one of the girls; you know, like cavemen do in cartoons - bonking the females on the head with a club and dragging them back to their caves.
What gives me solace is knowing my time is coming, and theirs is already ending. Age spares no one, after all.
