people are so fucking realistic

Is it the times, again? The times, as they are, making us so fucking realistic? So jaded? It's impossible to create a lofty ideal for yourself anymore. What's the point of being lofty and quixotic, if you have to keep it trapped deep in the pits of your psyche? Ah, to share, to dream...but no. Relating your ideals to your friends, who are beyond the brink of cynical and hardened by modern society, this leads to their funny tendency to shoot down your "unrealistic" ideals. They know what's going to happen. They always do. They see the pitfalls of your predicament straight away. It hits you like a wave of mutilation. Your ego and dreamy notions are left feeling like a deflated balloon. What's wrong with having a starry-eyed crush? What's wrong with feeling warm and fuzzy about someone you haven't even spoken to? What's wrong with believing in people? What's wrong with hoping THIS TIME will be different? This can only mean that there is merely a shred of innocence left your tortured soul. And society is trying to stomp out your fire with it's big black boot.

Do we have to automatically think about the negative consequences and reprocussions of our actions, before we even act on them? Or are we merely given fair warning of what's to come? Can our jaded outlook on life be proven wrong, just this once? Do we always have to protect ourselves ahead of time, by acknowledging the fault in people? When will we be free? When will we free ourselves?