Closet Pessimist

How do I know that what I want isn't purely what society tells me I should want?

How do I know that the reason I'm not completely and undeniably happy, the reason in fact that people never are 100% happy, is because I've been attempting to fulfill the desires of society rather than my own individual wants and needs?

What if my whole life I've been fooling myself into thinking that I wanted this, or I wanted that, and my body, my pure personality and individuality, is inside slowly withering due to lack of recognition?

What if society has clouded my individuality permanently?
Worse than that, what if it's claimed it? Destroyed it? Forced it into submission, melted and molded it into an iron cast of conformity?

What if I've lost whatever tiny bit of humanity it was that made me different from the person next door?

What if everyone is born with a limited amount of qualities that are 100% unique, and what if they're like muscles: don't work them, they disappear?

What if society murders us all in that way?


Honestly, sometimes I think thought is more about the questions than the answers.