I recently was with a couple of people born in the late 60s. A drug reference was mentioned. One made a "flashback" joke, and both of them looked at each other, beaming and laughing.
These are both people for whom drugs no longer play an active role in their lives. In fact, they likely have great moral/spiritual objections to recreational drug use in general.
So, my question is: what are we still rebelling from?
Why do we treat these battle scars as badges of honor - even for things we regret?
