“No one in the future will grow up like you did, just like no one in the future will grow up like I did. We can’t change that. We can’t refute that. We just have to live with it.
You will judge my generation, just like I judge my generation, and will judge the next generation, who will judge the generation that comes after them. It’s the circle of life.”
As a person born in the 90s, I am classified as a millennial, which means I am everything that is wrong with the world today. I stare at a screen instead of talking to people. I expect everything handed to me. I am lazy. I binge watch television shows. I overuse the word “binge”. I expect a trophy when I fail. I take selfies everywhere. I am narcissistic. I am entitled. I don’t read the newspaper. I spend too much time on “The Twitter.”
Or at least that’s how I’m categorized.
As if I’m a book and my date of birth is the summary on the back, telling everyone exactly what I’m about.
I feel as though there is a sense of pride that people have for growing up when they did. I look back on the 90s and am thrilled to call that decade my childhood. Just as people born in…
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