Big plans.  Including cleaning out the closet so I don’t trip over the shoes that have no where to go, the small bbq and the two laundry baskets full of both clean and dirty clothing.

You know what they say though, today, best laid plans and all.  It’s true, that I have all the laundry and sundry items strewn about on the floor of the living room now, awaiting my return.  Awaiting their rescue from chaos.

I was even going to job hunt.

Alas it shall not be as you, today, have quickly devolved into video games, netflix and fudgesicles.

It’s all so mysterious, life.

I’m buying my groceries, not much but too much to fit in my nice ‘green’ bag…so I’m bumbling around and being the general idiot that  I am in the supermarket and then while standing in line i realize that the lady in front of me has tea lights.  I needed tea lights.  I NEEDED them.  I forgot and now my groceries are all unpacked and…just no.  I eye her package of tea lights with visual wrongness.

I play the scenes in my head where i used them when i went home: the billie Holliday, the wine, the tea lights, the me, the sitting around, the being fabulous.  I’m pissed.

So I go get my smokes at the different counter.  Fine, I’m down…what do i see…A single Our Lady Of Guadalupe candle standing there.  All by herself.  Abandoned.  By the lotto tickets. I wanted a candle dammit and I got it and Our Lady Of Guadalupe is showing me the way.

So I grab it and smack it down proudly on the counter.  The loverly customer service lady recognizes me, raises one eyebrow and says “so…she’s just what you were waiting for?  You really want this?”

“YOU BETCHA!”

I bought my smokes, I took our Lady of Guadalupe home…I lit her and poured a glass of wine.  She is lovely, burns much brighter, much longer than those stupit tea lights I was on line to buy.

You have to keep an eye on wishes is all…they often appear in bizzare forms, and you really should be ready to greet them with open smiles, open minds and open arms.

kiamatthews:

nudawn:

What fucking “struggles” does this generation have? Their mom’s taking their cell phones so they can’t text nudes of themselves to the BFs? via breefield

I see a generation that has been coddled by their parents.  Told they dont have to try hard cause they’ll still get a “participation trophy” at little league.  They expect everything handed to them.  They graduate from college with degrees that are almost stolen, since they can have their papers written for them online, or even have their parents write them in some cases.

When they graduate they realize they cant get a job, have no social skills due to extended periods of time lived online, and no concept of morality when n00dz are a right of passage and suicidal kids can be coaxed into killing themselves on myspace.  This extended adolescence must come to roost eventually.  When these kids wake up, im sure theyre gonna be really mad.

or maybe theyre just gonna turn into jakob lodwick.

While I don’t disagree with your observations - this is the way it always is. New generation has more luxuries than the previous, doesn’t appreciate the value of X (electricity, a hard day’s work, a college degree, DSL internet speed, KFC Double Down sandwich). When the tweens of today are in their 30’s, they’ll have a list just like yours for the kids half their age. You kids have it easy. I remember when cars didn’t fly! We didn’t have automatic space age toilets. We had to wipe our own asses. I mean there was shit everywhere! Ok that was just stupid. Sorry.

Exactly, and it’s not stupid.  I swear.  This kind of ‘oh they don’t know how good they have it’ shit is just shortsighted and patronizing. Each era has its hardships.

I think there is a lot to be said about ‘the kids today’.  They’re bright, technoloigcally capable, and they have a fantastically holistic view of how their lives impact others.  I don’t think it’s all about consumption or decadance.  I don’t think it’s about feeling deserved.

There are huge challenges this round of humans face that I didn’t face and vice versa.  I don’t think that acknowledging and appreciating that difference detracts from my hardships or lends more creedence to theirs.  No one wants to hear what you have to say if it’s couched in preachy, sanctimonious, “godzilla follwed me to school up 18 hundred miles of snow capped mountains” assholery.  I can only benefit by being respectful.

What I see here is progress, and that progress looks and feels different than my progress looked and felt, and that’s to be expected and sympathized with, not chided. Not to mention that I (we) have the benefit of hindsight.

Every era has their assholes, and this era is no exception, but to denounce an entire group of people as a bunch of entitled jerks is not only ignorant but unreasonable.  Get over it.  Life is moving on.  It’s as it should be and it will be fine.