If I described myself, I would say I’m intelligent, strong and OK at sports. To me that sums up a pretty successful kinda man.
Other people might well describe me as an unmarried, unemployed, mentally ill train wreck.
The important thing is the reality. Both descriptions are correct, but my actual level of success and happiness is something that me and those other people don’t agree on.
Now, people from the countryside tend to be different than people from the city. Drugs are common in countryside teenagers’ lives. Young adults in the countryside love drugs partly to allieve boredom, but partly because their self-image can be one of enduring inferiority to the cool kids from the city, with their cinemas, bowling alleys, and poverty (poverty is cool to a middle class teenager, it indicates that you’re hard).
Inner city grown ups relentlessly move out to the country for a better life, have babies, and what could be less cool than your parents’ choices? Surely your parents moved to the country to punish you?
But now the countryside kids have a weapon to impress the city kids- they’re druggies! How cool is that?
Just be careful because you might just get what you wished for: a life story of struggle – along with some other slightly unpleasant things like brain damage and a decimated ability to enjoy the world.
But that’s just my view. The reality is something that you might have a different opinion about. But there is nobody to say if I’m right or wrong. It’s reality versus opinion. The unknowable. Like all knowledge perhaps. There is a reality there, we just don’t know how close we are to it.