Once I passed 35 and as I approach my 40s I find that I'm really starting to enjoy myself and being true to myself, way more than teenagers even though they would like everybody to think otherwise.
For example, one of the first things to go into oblivion was being concerned what people think about me. It is really easy to shake off unhealthy relationships with people as if they never were instead of toiling and desperately trying to make them work (I'm not talking only about intimate relationships but any). When I was a teen that would not be given even a second thought because the only measure of your worth is what your 'friends' think of you, right?
I don't care if my friends share my taste in music, what kind of literature I read or what they think about things I spend money on. I find it fascinating now that all teens want to almost be lookalikes, think the same, act the same, go to the same parties, so on and so forth. They would surely make perfect model citizens in the Orwellian world. No wonder so many sects and organizations target youths. Because if they can make them believe in some sick worldview, the game is on. Masters have got perfect pawns who surrendered hearts and minds
I know, I know teens reading this will say 'what a bullshit' forgetting, of course to explain what drives them to choose certain music, clothes, shoes, language they use and ultimately think. How come so much of that is the same right across the board for you and your friends? It really can't be that all of you have the same genes and/or likes and dislikes.
I mean, hell, I would find it really weird if every friend I've got would be reading history books listening to Luciano Pavarotti and spent his/her time visiting museums and archaeological dig sites. Ok, maybe one or two close associates but all of them??!! No way, how weird would that be?!
I find it absolutely, pleasurable to have a frined who is a linguist, another who is boat-builder, another who is a policeman, another who is a judge, another who is a gym instructor etc. Apart from the linguist friend not one listens to Pavarotti and absolutely none of them shares my fascination with history, but who cares.
So yes, I think it may well have something to do with us growing older. These are just some examples but I'm sure rest of you could fill many more, which I'd really love to hear about.