It stopped making sense to me.

When I was younger, I was somehow, in a subtle way, encouraged to think that my life would continue along a path that was really more destiny than direction. That I would just live the same kind of ordinary, everyday life that I had observed people like my parental units living, and on and on it went.

No love of these people

It is said in some circles that if you really want to know a person, you should look at the people they call friends.

Society has failed us, part one of many

As I was growing up, the level of hostility between one generation and another was quite palpable. The way I saw it both as a child and as an adolescent was that we had one faction who thought they were entitled to demand the respect of the other, and the other faction felt the first was only entitled to a “fukk you”. Now that I am old enough to have taken the place of one of these factions, I think it is worthwhile taking a look at the situation in more eloquent terms and exploring the question of who is wrong as well as who is right. Because, as with all questions of this kind, the answer is none, both, and a little of one mixed with a little of the other. If that statement confuses you, well, let us just say that it confuses me a bit, too, and I am the idiot who is writing this waffle.