Thought and Hernia Inducing Life Questions

Tonight I have some s*** in my head that i'd best get rid of; what better place to file it than the vast, virtual wasteland!!! Woohoo, it's great to be Generation Y.

Why is it that the people who's opinion I currently worry most about are those who I a) don't like, b) can't identify with and c) don't respect?

I keep thinking that there must be a nice, quick way to identify unhealthy thoughts and nip a pessimistic attitude in the ass. I'm waiting for that moment of clarity, where I become liberated from my anxiety over what these assholes think and then I'm homefree. T.V show people get that, film characters get that. This moment is what was promised to Generation Y, beginning with Disney and ending with shows and movies that have defined our growth years; Dawson's Creek, Buffy, Alias, every teen movie released between 1996 until now. They had us believing in two things; destiny, and empowerment. We were brought up on endless stories of happy endings, and now, while i can completely acknowledge i have no right to expect it (hell, Gen X were the ones hard done by), i want my happy-fucking-ending moment, where the stars and planets align, the penny drops, and you get your game on. The ahhh moment; when God offers you a moment of divine insight, a hotflash of awareness about your place in the universe. I can accept it if my place is small...I just want to see it.


Anyhow, the SMH understands: http://radar.smh.com.au/archives/2006/01/post_47.html