Same here. When I was 14-15 years old, Isaw just slaves around. They must be unhappy in such a world, but they were laughing. They looked professional, as if they were living their second or third lives. I thought the problem was me. I was an outsider, outside the norms. I thought they were very wise and I was a rookie who needed to learn more. I realized too late that they were empty inside, that they were just copies of each other. There was nothing to learn from them. Even in the worst conditions, their brains tell them "you are happy". I thought there was wisdom under this happiness and strong appearance.
They walk around with smiling masks and play the strong. Now I know what they don't know, but they don't need my shit. In one way or another, I walked my own path. I didn't become a slave, I didn't obey the system.