This morning I don’t know how it came about, but I found myself reading the wordpress.com “adulthood” section. This came by way of Fresh Pressed, that mythical area of posted non-sense that continues to baffle me. This morning for instance, I found a webpage that was barely sixty days old, had five posts all total, and in this period of time, just a paltry 47 views. Nothing earth shattering there for sure.
WordPress.com Fresh Pressed is so lame.
So anyway, I click on this one title that intrigued me, whetted my appetite and it took me to “adulthood.” I was surprised to find it was populated mainly by kids, and by this I mean young people. I was expecting to find older folks there, but only one post, was written by someone I would consider older. There were a few posts sprinkled here and there, written by the just turned twenty-five crowd, and a handful of grateful newlywed’s and new mothers, but most of them were under 30.
Which in my world is considered young.
In the United States we have this social phenomenon entitled labeling, we find it necessary to group each generation that comes down the pike into some form we can readily recognize. So we dutifully, like ducks in a row, label each and every one.
People born before 1946 are called – The Greatest Generation. People born between 1946 and 1964 are called – The Baby Boomers. People born between 1965 and 1979 are called – Generation X. And people born between 1980 and 2010 are called – Generation Y.
Why do we call the last group –Generation Y?
It could be the attitude of the youngsters that are associated with this generation … Y should I get a job? Y should I leave home and find my own place? Y should I get a car when I can borrow yours? Y should I clean my room? Y should I wash and iron my own clothes? Y should I buy any food? Y should I do anything when I can get it all for FREE? But perhaps a cartoonist explained it most eloquently below …
The thing I found about this that was so intriguing was the outlook, the hope, all the optimism the youngsters had for life. The attitude that they displayed, as if they had magically, figured it all out (life itself). At one time in my life, I suppose that I too “had it all figured out” and it was more or less cut and dried for me too. But life doesn’t work that way. Doesn’t work that way at all.
You see, man hopes, dreams and schemes, and then God smiles.
That is the way it works. If you want a nice slice of life, read “The Worry Tree” (linked here and below) it kind of sums it up for me.
Have a Great Weekend … We will see all of you on Monday.
The long and short of it this week at Creative Endeavors (what folks are reading):
|Home page / Archives|
|TIME IS RUNNING OUT|
|Bikinis (The reason men are pigs)|
|Eagle Bus Project Files|
|You Don’t Smell Like Flowers (audio)|
|It’s Not Easy Being A Hero|
|Take Your Pick|
|Clear Blue Sky|
|The Worry Tree|