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To My Fellow Millennials



The literal definition of superficial is simply ‘on the surface.’ Conversations about the day-to-day affairs without more depth added are superficial conversations. There is a balance between seriousness and playfulness, and we need both sides for a healthy and well-rounded conversation. I am speaking on behalf of seriousness, given that most conversations with friends and strangers alike are usually superficial and cordial, and am advocating that the American public, and the Millennial generation specifically, start having a bit more critical and serious conversations. I don’t mean negatively serious or emotionally passionate, but critical and open-minded dialogue about how we are living our lives and how we might better live them. I think there is already a growing passion emerging for this type of deeper connection. I hope we can hone in on that passion and channel it further.

Unfortunately, the reality of our times is one of great uncertainty and angst. This is not entirely the fault of our current generation. We inherited this position, just like the generation before us inherited there’s. However, the oldest of the millennials are now in their mid-thirties. I myself am turning 23 this year and my friends are about the same age. We are just finishing college while the oldest millennials have families and careers by now and the youngest are finishing high school and just now entering college. The people of the Millennial generation are no longer children. We can no longer make excuses for the way in which we live our lives, because now, like it or not, the way we live matters. Continue reading To My Fellow Millennials

8 Seconds of Lucidity

What is the point of being here? Why am I on this college campus? What are all these people walking around me doing? Thinking? Going through? Do any of them wonder, as I do, whether or not there’s a point? Do any of them wonder, as I do, whether we are wasting our time?

Most of us know we’re getting screwed by the system yet we continue as if we weren’t, going through the motions, paying our dues and our bills, being productive members of society, never crossing that line from obedience to disobedience, all the while still being bent over the table. It wears on you, knowing your getting railed and still putting up with it. We inherited this position. We were born into it. A bunch of assholes who feel entitled to power argue amongst themselves in the Capital, fighting for position over their peers, constantly groveling at the feet of whoever can help them the most at that time. Usually, that helpful person is rich. They wave that good-smelling doe in front of politicians’ noses and say “roll over and I’ll let you have a treat!” I mean, do they even know that we know? Do they even care that people are figuring this stuff out? It seems like many of the people I talk to my age are in agreement: most of the stuff we do is pointless, we are powerless individuals just getting screwed over and over in all sorts of ways, the best we’ve got are drugs and booze because at least they show us a good time first. Continue reading 8 Seconds of Lucidity