Generation Selfie


Generation Y, Generation We, The Me Me Me Generation, Echo Boomers. This is what they call us-anyone born between the 1980’s to the early 2000’s. I prefer Millennials, it just sounds too cool for school.

Millennials have been called narcissistic, arrogant, disrespectful, and entitled. I agree and disagree. Some of us are disrespectful. I’ve seen kids use their skateboards to Ollie over the body of a dead cat just for “fun”. I know, adorable, right?

We are narcissistic, but so was every generation when they were young. We are still discovering who we are, but I’m sure we’ll get over ourselves eventually.

One day we’ll all stop caring every time someone posts something like, “I just worked out”, on Facebook. And someday we won’t feel the need to put a new selfie up on instagram every 10 minutes.

I admire my generation’s willingness to put it all out there though. It demonstrates some courage, it’s just that we don’t need to hear it or see it every second of every day. We could show a little restraint and be more selective in what we share with the world.

Communication is our biggest issue. It’s easy to be brave while hiding behind our computers, tablets, and smartphones, but our generation has difficulty with real communication. We are the internet generation. We have never been more connected in any other point in history and yet we are the most disconnected.

It’s interesting that we call it “social media” when it encourages anything but being social. We can have entire online conversations without ever knowing someone. We can text and tweet, we can insta this and snap that, but when it comes to just sitting down and making real face to face conversation with real people we are at a loss for words. Maybe we should call ourselves Generation Hashtag since nothing really exists to us anymore unless there’s a # in front of it.

Don’t get me wrong, there are numerous advantages of living in this internet age, especially from a business sense. But I’ve starved myself of facebook for the past 4 days and I feel so much better about myself. I’ve gone on a job interview, I’ve been reading actual books, I even set up a date with an actual guy. The bastard ended up standing me up, but the point is I now have the time to put myself out there and work on me. I can start going for the things I want and focus on myself in a positive way rather than focusing on what other people are doing with their lives every 10 minutes or what they think of me.

That’s what facebook and Instagram have turned into for me lately. It’s easy to get wrapped up in what others are doing or wearing or dating until you start asking yourself why you aren’t doing those same things. Why aren’t I engaged? Why don’t I have those shoes? Why didn’t I get that job? It’s easy to start thinking negatively when all you do is compare yourself to others. So stop it already and go play outside with the real boys and girls.

As for being entitled, well the internet plays a part in that as well. Everything is available to us. You can order a movie online and watch it instantly, you can type in a term on google and find out everything there is to know about it instantly. We want everything instantly, now.

This stems from our parents as well. They wanted to give us everything they didn’t have growing up so many of them gave us way too much or gave it to us just so they did the opposite of what their parents did.

Some say the result is that we all evolved into little spoiled ingrates. In some ways we did, but in other ways we are better for it. We realize the positive aspects of entitlement. We realize that we are entitled to be happy and we are entitled to go after our dreams instead of the futures our parents or anyone else has planned for us.

Books and movies of our time like The Hunger Games and Divergent are an indication that our generation is simply not willing to put up with shit. We will not be told what to do or who we can do it with. We are a generation of rebels and insurgents. We know about the man behind the curtain and we refuse to buy into his lies or his rules. We want to make up our own rules.

But in order to do that we have to find our voice, our true voice. We have to stop living off our parents, stop hiding behind our iPhones, stop being distracted by the pretty new technology, and start communicating, for real. We need to come out from behind the hashtag so we can start living for real.

Hunger Games


Starving Artists
That’s what their sign read
Some would say they’re brilliant, or lazy, or daft in the head
Some would look down on them for the path they’ve chosen
For their tattered jeans, their yellow teeth, and their sun burned skin
For choosing to paint instead of “work” for a living
For choosing to create and hope that people would be more giving
Are they brilliant or foolish?
Visionaries or blind?
Maybe they just need a little more time

Are starving artists brilliant or fools? Every now and then, I see impoverished people attempting to sell their creations on the street or unknown musicians singing for tips and I wonder how they got there. At times I think they’re the bravest souls on Earth, doing what they want in life, not giving a fuck about what others think. While most people are choosing the stable, low risk, predictable career paths, artists are embracing the unknown. They don’t know what’s coming next or if they’re going to succeed, but they have hope. They have faith. Where does that come from?

Other times I look at them and wonder why they don’t get a job. Then I quickly flog and punish myself for having such thoughts. Bad Curly Haired Boy!
It’s jealousy. I’m jealous that I’m not daring enough to do what they do. It’s the part of me that has been brainwashed by a society that says everyone should think the same, act the same, and look the same. I don’t want to be a part of that.

They do what they do because they have no other choice. It is in their blood, their souls. Most don’t have any other skills and wouldn’t be able to function in an ordinary job, let alone be happy in one. It is a true calling. They are meant to draw, or paint, or sing because they literally can’t do anything else. There is beauty in that. Knowing what your purpose is here on Earth. They may have chosen to leave home, they may have been kicked out and lost everything. But they know how to do one thing: create.

I admire them for their bravery. I applaud them for their talent. They have nothing but time on their hands to discover themselves. I continue to explore myself and discover the things I’m good at. But I don’t want to give up everything to do it. Somehow, I still want a roof over my head, food to eat, a shower to bathe in, and people who love me. I guess I don’t need to be starving in order to be an artist. It’s just going to take me a little bit longer.