The realization that she will not be afforded special dispensation from having to join the sagging and wrinkling masses in our journeys to the grave sends Wurtzel into a tailspin of anger at the world for failing her. “I am a free spirit. I do not know any other way to be,” she bemoans. “No one else seems to live as I do. In a world gone wrong, a pure heart is dangerous.”
via Elizabeth Wurtzel in New York Magazine: Confessional writing hits bottom.
This actually made me laugh out loud! Certainly, it’s common for teenagers and people in their early to mid-20s to engage in this sort of “I am so special! No one can truly understand my very special specialness!” sort of nonsense, but you really expect a person to be past it by the time they’re…let’s just check Ms Wurtzel’s age… oh dear, 45 years old!
Now I’m actually snickering.