You unserious, deeply silly child. You shouldn't want to look at the world in wonder, read strange and "useless" books, listen to music that no one else is listening to. You should be desperately trying to look, sound, think, and even feel like everyone else. You should fear being "unacceptable." "Useless."
You should be aiming all your efforts at conforming to expectations so that someone will give you the privilege of spending the best, most vigorous years of your life making them richer in exchange for a tenuous hold on "respectability." More house than you can afford, more car than you can afford, plenty of plastic and chrome and disposable luxuries, and above all, a mountain of debt that keeps you firmly locked into the yoke for decades, subject to the lash and spur of losing it all for no reason - someone decided they can do better, cheaper. You lose. And its your fault, somehow.
Don't you dare complain. I'll give you something to cry about. One sign of rebellion, one moment of discontent, and you lose the game forever. What's this blank space on your resume', loser?
This is the "success" we have reserved for you. This burdensome fear, this debt servitude, this ever-moving, ever breaking "respectability." You have no other options.
If you are to have any chance at happiness, you must reject this vicious lie as early in life as possible. You must accept the scorn of the unthinking and wear it like a badge.
Embrace uselessness. And in that moment, you are free.