#Millenialness

#selfie

It's Saturday afternoon and I'm thinking/stressing about my solo, On The Rocks (#plugitin).  Thoughts are running through my mind a mile per minute.  What about the fundraising?  The marketing? The facebooking?  And it goes on and on and on.  I'm definitely checking my phone more than once a minute and consistently feeling a static shock of disappointment 90% of the time when nothing changes.  What's new?

Somehow, I break my eyes away from the four screens (mirror included) giving me a technological tizzy and run outside to get the mail (#whatsmail).  There lies a TIME magazine (my Dad's) with the headline "The Me Me Me Generation" and a tagline: "Millennials are lazy, entitled narcissists who still live with their parents... Why they'll save us."  Who the hell are these people?

I run upstairs and proceed to swallow the article whole.  Words such as "entitlement" and "narcissism" pepper the page while phrases like "self-involvement," "unmet expectations" and "jobless & still living at home" spread like wild-fire.  Now wait just a minute... am I a millennial??

Born between 1980-2000: Check

Ballsy regardless of status: Check

Addicted to my phone: Checking

Secretly Facebook obsessed: It's not a secret anymore.

So here I am, sitting in my parent's house while agonizing over a post for my new, possibly self-involved blog while reading an article telling me I'm a bonafide millennial narcissist?  Damn.

But what's author Joel Stein's message under all this shade?  That we're gonna save the world!  That we're game-changers galore.  And hell yeah, Shmoel Jein, we are.  In fact, Imma say I'm one of 'em.

Like my fellow millennials, I'm an optimist.  I mean... a kid can dream (I'll maybe call myself an adult when I'm 40).  Therefore, allow me to hypothesize that maybe all this social media-ing and twitter touchiness is actually a ploy to connect more.  It's a way to own our identities in a homogenized wasteland.  It's even a way into trusting our inner-spirtuality (#Ireligion).  Yeah, we're not perfect, but we're trying.  I'm trying at least... trying to be the best version of me.  To be so specific about what I can give to the world that I can actually give it (whatever it is).  I'm trying to be my most present self on May 13th, 2013 (#treal).

After much internal drama and debate about whether or not to seal this blog with a second post, I'm sealing it.  So bare with me as I "narcissistically" sift through all this shit in an attempt to be led closer to the meaning of life.  Excuse me.  My life.  And hopefully we can start some conversations about how we're totally different.  Or how maybe we're just the same :)  Let's follow Brent Roberts lead and start saying "It's Developmental Me, Not Generation Me."

I'm owning it people. but can we own it together?

What do you think about this millennialness?

xoxo,

Stuart

Check out the article in TIME: http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,2143001,00.html

But since you can't read it all unless you subscribe (#whohastimeforthat #whohasmoneyforthat), read Elspeth Reeve throw cool shade in response: http://www.theatlanticwire.com/national/2013/05/me-generation-time/65054/

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