Really?

We're all living in one big nasty orgy of failure, and we somehow ended up sucking the syphilitic cock of adolescence. I can only speak for myself, but I'm tired of being guilt-tripped into complacency by hypocritical authority figures. Short, short short, My life has been short. 15 years upon this green earth, and what do I have to show for it? 15 years is a long time really. 5745 days, approximately, I have been living. All that time I have had various bigoted ideologies foisted upon me like baggage on a mule. Soldier on! is the call sounding through our metaphorical valley of darkness. Individuality has been corrupted and bent to fit into the consumer, conformist culture of Neo-American society. Today, "Be Different" is synonymous for"Be One". When challenged, this ideal of individual conformity defends itself with a single impenetrable clause. Selfishness. I was called selfish today after expressing a desire to destroy my records, flee to the wilderness and live alone, unfettered by the obligations and conventions of society. Selfish, they said, for not caring about my family. Selfish, for wanting to escape. There is no escape.
Once again I have rambled, but I am not done.
One essential "Truth" that has been fed to me since infancy is this: no one will take you seriously until you're a grown man. This has always bothered me. American culture spoonfeeds rebellion and creativity to its children through the mass media, encouraging thoughts of children rising to the occasion and outperforming adults, but in adolescence, the idea of an inexorable, authoritative machine controlling our lives becomes the accepted dogma. Youth becomes a sin, a taint of perceived ignorance and lack of wisdom. Perhaps in many, perhaps in most adolescants this image is somewhat accurate, but what of those of us who understand? What about that small fraction of the population that is truly self aware?
I, for one, have lived more in my five thousand, four hundred and seventy five days than any "Mature Adult" I have ever met. Maturity is Death.