This is the “It’s all about me” generation. During “love’s” first blush, we cater to the object of our affection. Then it gets tedious as real life sets in. Emotionally we want carnivals and circuses. And there is now nothing to tell us that’s not the way to live and will never bring true happiness.
Life is tedious by necessity, very true. Young adults at least wish not only for carnivals, but also coronations and fancy dress balls. Feed the ego.