I could be wrong, but I get the feeling that you've lost your inner child. When you were younger, did you ever have the feeling that every day is an adventure? You go down to the pond and see fish in the water; you touch a frog and make it jump. You put your bare feet in the mud because the mud feels squishy and good but icky at the same time. You see a rainbow and you try to find the end of the rainbow even though you know you'll never really find it.
Forget your biases and preconceived notions. Go out with a woman covered in tattoos and listen to her and find out why she is the way she is.
You're a pilot. Read Richard Bach's "Illusions," you'll like it.
