I am very much unsure of the merits of the sort of life successful adults are expected to live. I wouldn't trust the adults in my suburb as far as I could throw them. Everyone in the 'adult world' seems to be expected to be driven to 'succeed' in the least fulfilling manner imaginable.

I was about 13 when I realized how imperceptive and oblivious everyone was. 13 is also an important milestone in our family. Not as much as Jewish traditions emphasize on the day, but we all become a little wiser at 13. I never looked my age as a kid, I was a weakling up until about 14 or 15. I looked younger but felt older than I really was, and it was a problem for me. I realised that nobody cares about the subtle things in life, everyone takes things for granted, and that children are all just a sniveling bunch of morons. It was also around 11-13 where I developed an interest in philosophy, but only around 13 that I found out that what I enjoyed was called philosophy. I don't believe that was the time I became an adult, but I jumped into adolescence fairly early. I still don't feel like an adult, and teachers have told me to dumb down my works and oral reports. It irks me that the masses of adults in the world act as guileless or immature as children. And children are wastes of air in the long run. They are pestering little parasites, almost worse than insects. Most of them have the same personality traits and interests. And by 11th grade, most look the same too. I have hated how as a child I had to grovel at adults less mature than me, and demean myself. Once I found my first job, there were one or two people who thought the same. They wanted to become vandals, because minors are looked down upon, and I said that vandalism is the opiate of adolescents. Only two teachers have ever acknowledged that I wasn't a child, and I often joked with them about how dumb some of these kids are. However I still don't feel like an adult, and still don't look like one.