Am I too old to think like this?

I mean, lately I feel like I have been rejecting everything.

I mean, I reject the McMansion, the BMW in the driveway, the 1.5 children with the funny names like Madison or Colter. I reject the stupid job, the position as deacon in the Church, the barbeque, the Vacation to Mexico.

I reject gossiping about Hockey after Church, the white wedding, the hair straightener, the suburb, the health club.

I reject love, happiness, settling down, the $90 hairstylist.

I reject the stupid tattoo that everyone has, I reject the mall.

But do I reject them, or secretly envy them?