Trapped in a maze of thoughtless bullshit?

This is going to sound arrogant and maybe it is. Pardon me for that. I don't think it makes it a worthless thought.

Sometimes I am pulled out of what I will realize has been my dull stupor of everyday life, usually by something I've read. I then realize there is a whole other dimension to human existence that is secret and virtually ignored by most, most of the time. It's in plain view and they see it but they don't comprehend. They interpret it as something else, whatever they are capable of in their present state of mind.

A lot of popular wisdom has truth in it but it's been watered down through repetition, like playing a game of telephone, until it becomes meaningless and out of context. And yet people still continue to repeat it, rearrange it, identify with it. We're swimming in a sea of it. Political opinions, self help, various philosophies as applied to individual lives.

We latch onto something as good and then dab it on to all wounds indiscriminately, as if it were a cure-all. We see it as bad and shun anything to do with it in even the most remote way. Nobody fucking THINKS. Are we nothing but vessels for ideas, carrying around the biggest we have room for from one place to the next?

It's even really intelligent people. Or as intelligent as people get, that is. They know more, they may have learned more and can use bigger words but they still carry around information in the same way and regurgitate what they've been exposed to and what has stuck with them. Our selves and personalities seem to be not much more than a list of what sticks.

And I say that nobody "thinks," but what is thinking anyway? It's just processing information according to whatever criteria we posses. So we do think but nothing new comes out of it, only the further manipulation of these same ideas. Our criteria may improve, but it's no closer to true analysis. It's no closer to the truth, is it? Is it really improved or only further advanced down some arbitrary path?

This all makes me feel really lost and lonely and stuck, frustrated with people and myself. Even claustrophobic. We're all a bunch of blind rats running around stupidly. Nothing is concrete or trustworthy. No one is right. I go through everyday life utterly and completely surrounded by BULLSHIT. Every crevice, every corner. In my own mind. In the minds of those I admire or previously did. There it is, the bullshit again. And most of it's not even the intelligent kind of bullshit - it's the really watered down stuff and it's mind-numbing. Like the same awful infomercial being played over and over again endlessly on every channel and you can't turn the TV off and there's one in every room at top volume.

As for the truth, what the hell is it? Where the hell is it? Does it even exist? I sense that there is something behind all this that's real and we're distracted from it by the minutia. Is it even possible to look straight at it or can we only see the periphery now and then?

Are these thoughts normal? Are they correct? Are they indeed super arrogant, lame, meaningless and overly cynical young person with an "I'm-so-intelligent" complex mind gum to be chewed and disposed of, or... what?

I'm not stoned.

TL;DR - That's nice friend, go finger your butthole.