If this was 1850 and not 2017, this man would be fully educated and inducted into adulthood. He'd have dozens of responsibilities, including no less than 4 hours of morning chores and likely overseeing the health of at least 20 animals. He'd be physically fit, skilled in basic combat and marksmanship, and have a meager but efficient wardrobe including a suit and casual attire that others found respectable. He'd be motivated and honing his professional craft (carpentry, smithing, butcher, etc) to be at a level that would be in-demand and profitable, likely as an eager apprentice able to complete most tasks with passable quality. He would already be in a serious relationship and putting serious financial investment and thought into sustaining his family and lifestyle. Everyone in town would know who he was, and he'd pleasantly greet everyone on the street as they passed by.
But since it's 2017, he's some little hopeless, motivationless, aspirationless, prospectless, uneducated, social, immature forever-alone playing with toys and taking so much pride in it, that he shares it with the world.
It's really amazing when you think of what we're capable of, and yet ... that. Progress, indeed.