Pretension in Epistemeology

Here’s the brute, scary facts of my elaborate belief-forming mechanisms.

I believe whatever clever-sound people tell me, until I come across a reason to be suspicious.

If I like what I was told, I may not search as hard for reasons to be suspicious as I would if I hated what I was told.

When I was young, I had less reasons to be suspicious, and believed everything I was told.

Now that I’m older, I have many reasons in advance, and can examine what I’d told very closely (unless I really really want it to be true).

So there. Is my noetic structure in danger of collapse? Have I flaunted my epistemic duties, or is this simply the truth of how the business runs?

to question is important. but to understand/see blatant truth is also important.