So, the hard truth is that finding mature people at any age is nearly impossible, and finding authenticity even more so. I think that particular truth is especially evident in an abnormally contrived, artificial place like Florida.
I thought I hated the loss of innocence, but I think that that may have been another manifestation of my hatred for stupidity. No one my age knows what they are doing or who they are, because they look for answers from the crowd (which is made up of other people who do not know who they are, either), they do not follow their conscience, they are not honest with themselves. Their opinions, and even personality traits, change with the social wind.
And people in this country today wonder why they are not happy when they finally “grow up” and get what they thought they wanted. True happiness is achieved by knowing and being truly honest with one’s self, or at least the attempt thereof. When you do something that seems socially expedient and beneficial in the relatively short term, without consulting your conscience, you are signing your own warrant for misery.
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All of the things we love to loathe are being actualized.