Obviously if you're naive enough to fully internalize the fairytales you're bombarded with in childhood, it's going to be rough when you run into this little thing called "reality". I find it hilarious how these weaklings then feel "betrayed" by the world, because they're narcissitic enough to feel entitled to this idealistic fantasy that only ever existed in their imagination, as opposed to feeling humbled and fascinated by the real complexity of life. The reaction of "boohoo the world is full of evil, let us mourn like useless cunts" angers me, just because you're not the center of a disneyworld fantasy doesn't make the world iredeemably evil, unless again you're a completely self-centered narcissist. If your measure of what the world should be like is still based on the perspective of a prepubescent, probably sheltered kid, then no, you haven't matured or grown up at all. The vast majority of the world looks into the "abyss" on a daily basis, and they just get the fuck on with their lives, finding happiness and love where they can. You're not any more particularly perceptive or insightful than the average person, who noticed this disconnect between wishfull emotional bullshit and reality a long time ago, just more whiny and self-pitying.
