Now, your original question was "how come being young is such a waste of time?"
If you think about it, it isn't really. Your childhood is what gets you to that point, that "f*** it moment", where you break through to the next onion layer. And quite frankly, I enjoyed my childhood. There's probably a lot more that I could have done and seen, or not, if I had this wisdom I've acquired over the years, but maybe that would have dulled my childhood and young adulthood. Shit what's a life with no hangovers, no pregnancy scares, no car crashes, no cheating on girls, no skipping cla**, no getting belted by the folks, and all that?
Coz if you're wise you wouldn't make these wordly mistakes right? Or would you? A wise person might decide a life of obliviousness is more worthwhile. Besides, who the f*** decides what wise is?
This brings up another topic all together: being wise doesn't necessarily mean doing what's right, right? And then another question: what is the definition of doing the right thing?
f***! I'm going off on a tangent and I got work to do...back to the matrix for me!