I was semi-precocious as a child, speaking quite adult at times & knowing more about the inner workings of people than a child is supposed to. I've always found myself in the strange position of being able to advise others well on matters I had never experienced first hand (at least not outside my head).
But like many INFPs, and NPs for that matter, I'm also an eternal child. I'm responsible, but unstructured. I'm imaginative, sometimes to the point of lacking common sense, aware of things others aren't aware of but unaware of the obvious. I resist nostalgia, a mark of getting old.
I never feel like an adult, but I find I also feel old now in some ways, especially when I hear younger people discuss pop culture. I'm at an age where stuff is coming back around from when I was a kid....stuff that seems "new" to the younger generation. I'm unimpressed; I've seen it already. And yet, I'm not even 30 yet, still quite young in the scheme of things. I'm worried I'm losing that sense of excitement, where everything seems new. That's when you begin to FEEL old I guess.
"Charlotte sometimes dreams a wall around herself. But it's always with love - So much love it looks like everything else. Charlotte Sometimes - So far away, glass sealed and pretty." - The Cure
Thank God I am 3,000 years old. I began with the Ancient Greeks and have ended up in the noosphere with you - a span of three thousand years and counting.
In fact 'noosphere' is an Ancient Greek word meaning the sphere of knowing, and today 'noosphere' refers to the internet draped around our spherical planet. So the same word is ancient and at the same time, up to the very minute.
And also at the same time I can feel three thousand years of meaning slipping away from me. But the world doen't become meaningless, rather it takes on its own meaning completely independent of the meaning assigned after three thousand years of culture.
Unfortunately when I try to share this independent meaning outside of culture, they tell me they can't understand me.
This drives me crazy for the more I try to explain the more they don't understand. Of course I tell them they are culture bound - they can't, and won't, and are afraid, to see outside their own culture. In fact they take their culture for granted. So I tell them that ecstasy is stepping outside the taken for granted, in the hope they will let go their moorings and float down the river with me. But they baulk, they look at me slitty eyed, and tell me I am trying to sell them down the river.