Idolatry of the Ephemeral

Outsider has been your standard operating status for most of your life. You were out of step with coolness and social codes. Lately, though, the weirdness has gone up a notch or two. You just don't get it. I mean you don't care about sports; you really don't want to hang on to youth and beauty, though they are wonderful stages of life; you don't like talking about "stuff," and 90% of what most other people find interesting, you see as superficial, shallow, and flat. But you're not that much of a snob about it. You like watching your fellow hominids do their dances to belong, to be swept along in the social tide of painted faces, team logos, and corporate/media sloganeering. You just don't get it. You actually want to think for yourself and to find others who do the same. Oh well... But other stuff does interest you: the stuff that seems to endure in spite of all the manic hawking of buying and selling. As the sea of the ephemeral rises, it gets harder and harder to see through all that murk, harder to remember what's worth hanging onto.