Most people misinterpret Robert Frost’s famous poem, “The Road Not Taken” as an ode to individualism, a witty anecdote highlighting the importance of boldly zigging when the world zags. Don’t be afraid to swim upstream, that sort of thing. As the famous closing stanzas read:
When I was in middle school, I looked at elementary school kids with such disdain. They were so naive, so little, so unknowledgeable about the world. They knew nothing of curse words, nothing of sex, nothing of homework. Chumps, the lot of them.