It's 8:45 PM on a Saturday night, what were you doing as an 16, 17, or 18 year old?

[hunter]

48. Sleeping, running, or writing code for 1802 or 6502 microprocessors.

Sometimes looking after younger siblings, or on rarer occasions as an eighteen year old, going out with my sort-of-girlfriend to watch really depressing, often foreign language, "art" movies. She was goth before that was a thing. One of the date movies she took me to was Eraserhead. She always paid. She had money. I didn't.

I never introduced her to my family, probably because I subconsciously knew they'd tell me I was flirting with catastrophe. And they'd have been correct.

Truth be told, my mind went completely sideways with adolescence and it took me about a decade to claw myself back to any sort of rationality beyond writing code. Writing code and running were my comfort place. Most everything else in my life was chaos.

If I end up in hell then 16, 17, or 18 years old will probably be part of the hell loops I'm condemned to.

Hell is basically a labyrinth of a billion doors, and behind each door, every condemned soul gets their own personalized eternal torment. This torment is colloquially referred to as a Hell Loop, as the torture the condemned soul experiences plays in a constant, repetitive loop, regardless of the length of time in each loop. Each Hell Loop and the person being tortured inside is accessed through a specific door.

Sorry to be a downer.