We have a subscription to Time magazine because of frequent flyer miles or something, and we got the one with the cover story about Millennials and I started reading it today. I’m going to be really honest with you guys. I didn’t read the whole thing. I was distracted by Kelly and Michael and this video (so much crying) and Facebook. I am a Millennial, after all, easily distracted and obsessed with instant gratification. Also, I found that surprising. I thought I was Generation Y. But I guess Generation Y and Millennials are the same thing? Who decides this stuff? Magazine writers, that’s who.
Point being, the article, or the beginning of the article, the part that I read, said that Millennials have really high self-esteem, because our parents, the baby boomers, used to be hippies. Or our parents are divorced and feel obligated to overcompensate by telling us how special we are. Self-esteem is great because it makes you do really well in school and get dates and get jobs, but it doesn’t make you keep jobs or boyfriends, I guess. I wasn’t paying super good attention to the article. Haha, that’s how you blog, folks. Scan half an article in a magazine and then develop really strong opinions about what you think you understand about it.
But part of me got sort of worried, I have to admit. Maybe I have a certain sense of entitlement that makes me feel like I’m too good for an office job? And maybe that same sense of entitlement that forces me not to settle for things that are sub-standard makes me lack direction and focus and plunges me into a deep ennui because nothing is good enough. And maybe, since I will only ever find fulfillment and satisfaction by pushing myself farther every time I achieve something (be that distance running or play productions or acting roles) and will never be comfortable with my accomplishments, I am forcing myself to be dissatisfied and unhappy.
So naturally, I got to the point in the article where I was like “THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT ME AND THIS IS WHY I’M IN THERAPY” and I threw the magazine on the coffee table and sat on the bed while Billy got dressed and said “do you think I don’t have an office job because of my too-high self-esteem and unearned sense of entitlement?” To which Billy replied, “What would be different if you had an office job?” And realizing that the result of me having an office job would be that we would have a bunch more money helped me to understand that this article is bullshit, or at least the part of it that I read and the leaps I made connecting it to my life is bullshit. If I had an office job, we would be wealthier and we would have more savings and we could buy a bigger house if we wanted and get a fancy car to drive me to my office job. And I don’t care about that stuff, so that’s actually why I’m a tutor and babysitter and unpaid playwright/actor/screenwriter/blogger.
Every time some magazine publishes an article about the entire population of this country born in a twenty-year span of time as though we are all one thing, it’s safe to be suspicious. There’s nothing the matter with examining one’s life and one’s decisions, but…
(Reads rest of the article…)
Well, this article has a pretty fair point actually. You guys should read it. Haha, A+ blog today!