A young man speaks with a young woman at a theme park. He tries to be cool but he comes across awkward. When he walks away the girl laughs, seemingly at the young man’s expense. Is this me?

The scene was real, but I was only an observer. I felt pity for the young man until my thoughts turned inward. It was then that I wondered how often I have been the young man in scenes like this. How would I know? Why should I care? How can I stop?