November 29, 2009
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My generation makes me sick.
I worry about my generation. I am sincerely concerned about the direction in which the majority of my peers are striving. Some days, I shrug it off and declare it battle of the fittest where only the intellectually or street savvy survive and prosper. Other days, I realize that these are people that will be joining me in the workforce. These are the people with whom I will share dinner dates. I realize that these people and myself have nothing in common, except of course our matching Catholic school uniforms. The majorities of this folk no longer enjoy literature, and only pick up a book if it means completing an assignment. The only films they are familiar with are Twilight and Transformers. Kayne West is slowly becoming the next Paul McCartney and Megan Fox the next Audrey Hepburn. This makes me want to run to the next corner, fold into the fetal position, and cry until I die from dehydration.
It breaks my heart to see the rot and decay of generations worth of artistic progression.
“Gay” is commonly used as an insult. People shout at one another, during class and in the presence of a teacher, about what a ‘bitch’ so and so is. We no longer respect authority or the emotional well being of other people. People strive to be ‘better looking’ than the other, drive the nicer car, and have the best piece of technology. We communicate with one another through 160 word characters. We find humor in other people’s setbacks and affliction, often going as far as hassling the children enrolled in the Special Education classes. If something or somebody gets in the way of our pleasure seeking ways, we alienate them. We never stop to offer advice or a kind word, aid in an assignment, or simply smile and say “hello”. We cannot share ideas and feel that it is necessary to shout over one another in order to get our points across instead of patiently hearing each other out. If their ideas do not coincide with our own, we put them down. Who cares? We are the important ones.
The advertisements geared towards us are filled with soft-core pornography and often blatant nudity. We eat it up. We talk about women and men like they are nothing more but slabs of meat. Girls are meant to fit a certain mold in order to be socially acceptable. Boys are the crowned kings of the playground which have flocks of eager girls doing their bidding, whatever it may be. Relationships are no longer about love, but who holds the most power.
We don’t give a flying fuck about what is going on in today’s world news. Our worldly knowledge stops at us noting the fact that Barack Obama is in fact a black man.
We are lemmings. We ferment in the filth we have created for ourselves.
There is no excuse. I go to a school in a middle-class neighborhood where the average income per household averages at about $150,000 per year. Kids come to school in Mercedes, Jeeps, and Hummers. I know people who go and get their nails done during their forty minute lunch breaks, and then waltz into class thirty minutes late with no penalty. There are kids that choose not to to show up at all.
We are rude, ignorant, and selfish.
We are the future.
