Do I want to be a member?

Ian Anderson once wrote a song called I don't want to be me.
I'm not saying I feel like that. Most days I'm quite happy being me.
When I was in my teens however I often thought how great it would be to escape teenhood. We were hopeless (or so grown-ups said). There was a teen problem... Why? We had long hair (i.e. the boys) and we listened to strange music (Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, one or two to Black Sabbath) and so on. I never got this about the hair. What made crew cuts so great?
When I escaped teens I became a student. Another club of problem makers. From there to public servant and teacher. One more step down.
Thruthfully I cannot seem to escape clubs I feel out of place in. Don't like how public servants are described in Iceland.
But there is worse. I am human and humans appear to be wrecking the world. The male version of humans (that´s me) is worse than the female one. I´m white and THE WHITE MAN, according to history  books ruined the other colours or at least made their livelyhood a lot worse. I'm not THE white man - I am a white man and I'm sorry. I wasn't born at the time!
Going down - I am European and Europeans colonized and seriously damaged the world. Us Icelanders - well we were a colony too!
I'm Icelandic. And  Christ - the Icelandic burden is big. We are responsible for the bank crisis, Icesave and the fact that Europeans cannot fly.
The worst category is that I am middle class and middle age...These past weeks there has been a very necessary debate on social problems and drug abuse in Iceland. And time and again I hear about middle aged and middle class slobs peddling dope and abusin, in particular, young girls.. And its always middle class men this or that. Can it not be some middle class men... I do believe some of us are not a part of this fraternity (that by the way should be locked away - keys lost).