I don't think most people do. I think they are faking it. Chances are, they are faking almost everything.
People chatter a lot. They're good at making noise. I don't know how much real thinking takes place in the Sapiens brain. They're like songbirds, full of rich and complex tones that seem to go together in strings of meaning but in reality they lack semantics that are useful to humans. You know them by their fruits and their yield smells funny and looks bruised.
The past forty years they've been chattering away, while the ground beneath them was sawed away like in a Roadrunners cartoon. I don't know that any of them have ever done much thinking about anything during this time. I was born in 1963 and I suspect I have been largely surrounded by high-tech animatronics shaped like people that entire time. Lights are on. Nobody's home, however.
One important thing to understand in life is that when you do not take responsibility for securing your own means of existence, control of your life naturally devolves into the hands of opportunists with more zest, energy and drive than you have. Just like you'd expect, the product of this subjection to the goals of another is not in your best interests. It ends up being identical to being smothered with a pillow in slow motion over the course of many years. Worst of all, the end result may be a kind of madness that was not anticipated by either party.