When you grow up, you stop believing in fairytales. Certainly, you don’t write yourself in as the Hero. Modern culture is infantile, many adults are more akin to children in maturity. The bubble about the Real World is the reason most of us are here. On Best Post I addressed this.
You can ignore me, but I’m not going away.
Neither are the ideas.
However, many of us have the uncanny experience of believing we are meeting a fellow adult only to hear as preposterous a belief as writing to Santa or hunting for the Easter Bunny. It’s hard to keep a straight face.
“I’m gonna change the world.”
“I’m gonna save the (animals)/(people)/(plants).”
“I’ll be such as awesome person when my dreams come true.” (Usually lottery)
“I work so hard and I deserve this” (They work 20 hours in full a week, tops)
“I don’t know why it happened, I did everything right.” (Where is the logic here)
“They wouldn’t lie to me………………………………….”
“I don’t need a plan, it’s destiny, I know it.”
“I’m passionate, all you need is passion” (2 mins later) “My life is so empty.”
They don’t hear themselves. They think aloud. The cognitive dissonance is apparent but if you draw their attention to it, it washes over them like a wave breaking over a sandcastle. They think they’re deep because they’re oversensitive and over-expressive (coining it) but really they’re deep as a paddling pool.
“I’m a fucking Princess and I will get my Prince”
“I need (thing), (thing), (other thing) and (stuff) before I can be happy/human.”
These people will never, ever be happy. Contented. Comfortable. Secure.
Their lives will always lack meaning. Don’t pity them, it’s terminal stupidity.
You know what they really want? Glory. They want the whole world to bow down in gratitude for how epic and awesome and totes magical they are, Just the Way They Are. They can’t be reasoned with, get out their way and possibly profit on their little crusade, as you fairly warn them not to do it. Play Devil.
These are the people who would have you shot for disagreeing with them. No quarter. No mercy. No option.
Almost all societies in the past had a complex bucket of metrics involving personal virtue, material success, and success of the family – with “impact on the state of the world” being an also-ran at best.
Between the 19th and 20th centuries, self-improvement switched from character, what you DO, to a model of personality, what you ARE. There’s your problem. The ___ of Personality.
Despite being their stated Life’s Purpose, they haven’t thought about Saving the World for five minutes straight. Know why?
“Saving it from who, exactly?”
The bad guys, presumably.
“What are you going to do with them?”
#~*sound of tumbleweed*~#
That’s right, the fastest means to accomplish that goal is unpleasant, the fastest way to save the world (but not all humanity), involves mass murder. And that’s how history was made. Dictators and all. ‘Saving the World’ isn’t fun, kids. The question shouldn’t be Can I? The question should be Why would I?