It's up to you to break generational trauma
It's up to you to break generational trauma
I think a lot of the millennial drama is manufactured. The generational drama in general is.
Not that generation gaps donāt exist, but generally weāre pretty tolerant of each other at the younger/lefter end. Even most of the disagreement around Gaza is more fueled by political position than age imo, once you allowed the newcomers to the conflict the time to get up to speed on it. Which did take a little time. Itās kinda complicated.
There are definitely large numbers of people trying to manufacture conflict in pretty much every way they can think of, though. Some bots, some volunteers, probably even some paid people, world is a big place and labor can be cheap. Fortunately Lemmings generally seem to be a harder target.
Iām a millennial. I love my zoomer comrades. Even if I donāt understand their stuff, I still respect their whole thing and the fact that theyāre inheriting a different world with different experiences than what I did, which is really all my generation was ever asking for and never received. I feel more like a significantly older sibling to gen z than a do an entire generational step older. We generally agree on a lot of the same shit. Theyāre paying more attention to current events than I was when I was younger, and unfortunately itās kinda more necessary for them to because we didnāt do a good enough job at that until maybe 5-10 years ago.
Sorry if Iām wrong and Iām the exception rather than the rule. Keep zoominā, zoomers š¤
Idk man, Zoomers got broccoli heads though.
Jk theyāre cool.
I grew my broccoli head out and now I have luscious curly locks š
Much better imo
or profiting off of it on many different fronts
iāve seen a couple pretty dumb (and successful!) attempts on roblox lmao
Skibidy toilet is just part of the modernist version of dada. Iāve (a millennial) always loved dadaism and absurdism as art and my zoomer kids make me so proud showing me their humor.
Another millenial here. I didnāt know what it was until this thread either. After just now finishing binge-ing through all of the episodes (not that bad as theyāre all shorts), Iām going to recommend watching it.
It IS fucking weird and absurdist (and I donāt care for the music style, so, was near mute). Honestly though, especially for something produced by a teenager, the cinematography and cohesive visual storytelling is really impressive.
I hope they continue to hone their skills and maintain their artistic interest. And, possibly, take their talent to directing.
Iām a really young zoomer and most millenials I interacted with were also really nice.
But there were also a few jerks
Life, in a nutshell haha.
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I am that dude they were complaining about. They used me as some sort of representative to attack the rest of you with.
I came really close to owning a home one time. It was just outside of this really terrible neighborhood and only cost 20k. This was in 2015. The house was small, but it had a barn, a chicken coop, a big area for horses that the neighbor was using (and I agreed to continue to let them use it if theyād teach my kids to ride the horses). A drive down the hillside led to trash and drugs. Somehow it didnāt extend up the hill yet.
Actually I know why it didnāt. In 2001 the neighborhood below it was flooded. The folks who lived there for years and kept it nice took the fema bucks and rolled out. The houses sold for 4-6k and the people who migrated over from the poorest part of West Virginia didnāt even bother repairing them. They just moved right in.
That killed the property value all around it, which was fine with me.
We were all set to close on the loan when I caught my ex cheating and my whole life caved in. Oh well, such is life.
It kind of stings to think Iād own it right now and a chance like that probably wonāt ever happen again. The problems would have probably spread up that way eventually though and Iād regret moving there. That helps a bit.
Take this fist bump, fellow cheating-partner-cost-me-a-house human.
sad fist bump
Sucks donāt it?
I learned a lot about life through all that mess though.
Iād forgive her, sheād do it again. Sheād say she loved me, then sit up in the bed in the middle of the night and say, āI just donāt love you anymore.ā The chaos would start again. Iād go crash with my mom, sheād ask me to come back, then sheād make me leave again after a week or so. This dragged on for about 3 years. The last time I was driving her to work, leaned in to kiss her, seen a mark on her neck. I rolled out, she was fine with that. I met someone else, she lost her damn mind. Ended up being committed, finally settled down with the last guy she cheated with, was diagnosed with breast cancer and died at 33.
Fortunately for her, he is a great dude. He took care of her and stayed by her side through all of that hell. He still maintains an active role in my daughterās life and he doesnāt have to do that. Sheās there now actually. Sheās been there for a couple weeks.
I learned that I have control over nothing. Every aspect of my life is one moment away from pure chaos and destruction, so Iām thankful for what I have while I have it. Nothing is promised, nothing is permanent. I find meaning and comfort in exactly this moment and Iām ok with that. When the hard times come, I will survive them until I eventually donāt. That is reality for all of us, Iām not special, and anyone who finds me special will find me special for a time. Believe it or not, I have peace.
Itās crazy. She was my meaning for so long. I started seeing her wish she was 14 (lied and said she was 15) and I was just about to turn 18. The final split happened when she was 30 and I was 34.
Itās funny. She told me she was moving in with me when she turned 18. She did. She packed her bags and came to stay. About 3 days in I got a call at work, āIf you donāt bring my daughter home, you and your roommate are going to jail.ā I stupidly replied, āWell, sheās 18 so you can kiss my ass.ā Her mother was abusive as hell, or so she said. The girl couldnāt tell the truth, seriously. I learned to take everything she said with a grain of salt and loved her any way. Everywhere she went she had some big story though. Anyway, I hung up the phone and less than a minute later it rang again, āI donāt know what Miss Lie About Everything told you, but she just turned 17. Bring her home or go to jail.ā
I confronted her, āIām so sorry, I was just so into you and I knew you wouldnāt be interested if I told you the truth, and whatās one year? At this point I was too embarrassed and I didnāt know what to do. I hoped she just wouldnāt care that I was gone.ā (Which is an indicator that her stories of abuse were true).
A couple months later I had forgiven her, a year later she packed her bags and came again.
Her mom and grandma showed up and tried to get her to leave. Right to my face her mom said, āHeās worthless honey. Is this the life you want?ā Her grandma chimed in, āPlease come home. We love you so much.ā
She stayed. Nearly 15 years, not counting the time we spent close before that. I literally didnāt believe sheād ever cheat. I was special her. I meant something. I really didnāt think sheād do it.
But she did.
Somehow Iām doing better than ever despite all of that chaos. Iām with someone that I really get along with, someone who I love to go out of my way for. Itās a whole different world. I hope she never leaves, but if she does, I know Iāll make it.
Take care bud.
Thereās a thin line between anguished despair and nihilistic optimism.
A thin, intentional line.
It can be alluded to, highlighted, charted, and otherwise discussed ad-infinitum, but itās damn near impossible to lead another to.
Only have one comment to read (and Iām sorry how much it cost) but it looks like youāre at peace indeed.
Kudos to you, but remember you can backslide in acceptance and working back out is okay too!