A few days ago I read the following blog: http://gizmodo.com/5851062/generation-x-is-sick-of-your-bullshit and reflexively reposted it to my Facebook profile and continued the jabs it extended onto Generation Y. But the comment of a friend of a friend got me thinking. To paraphrase, she found this blog to be yet another way to divide people against people; young against the old in this case. Again, reflexively, I thought “this
lady needs to lighten up.” But the part of me that is trying to grow my capacity for compassion and hopefully, someday, taste a bit of enlightenment, knew she was right.
This blog is correct in that Generation X HAS been there and done that on the whole tragic future trip. And guess what? We whined and complained about it, too. We were accused of being immature, delaying adulthood and *gasp* being slackers. Stories were rampant about college-educated people checking groceries for a living. We were told to suck it up. Get over it. Look up from your comic books and NBA Jams and get a real job. At least we didn’t “have a Vietnam” in our history. Quit worrying about Roswell and worry about ROI!
Reflecting on my own last decade of existence, I can honestly say that it is NOT this kind of tough love that carried me through the hard times. It was the patience and understanding of friends from multiple generations that kept me afloat when my ship started sinking. (Perhaps the biggest shock of your thirties is that your ship isn’t so watertight.) And my ship took on water many, many times. So, Generation Y, I’ve decided to spare you the beat-down and instead share what was so freely given to me.
From The Sassy Septuagenarians:
“This too shall pass.” Think a year gives you perspective on an issue? Try thirty years. Or forty. My seventy-something friend popped into my life at its lowest point. Decades before me, she’d suffered similar physical and psychological injuries but also with World War II and Vietnam thrown in. And, to my inspiration – she was totally over them! She didn’t
berate me for being weak or whiny (which I was). Instead she did everything from feeding my newborn to folding my laundry. It was her example that showed me in the big, big scheme of life the moments currently overwhelming me were blips in a lifetime. She was patient with me because she KNEW my problems were temporary. She reached out to me because that is what she KNEW would see me through.
Another 70-ish regular at the YMCA is planning on throwing her THIRD “End of the World “party on 12.21.2012. She’s gearing up for it while pumping weights and walking the elliptical. Gen Y, When you are rocking your seventies this recession/depression/occupation thing will be a similar lifetime blip and you will be wiser and calmer for having gone through it.
From The Fiery Fifty-somethings:
“Your thirties will blindside you. Learn from those moments.” Unsurprised by my troubles, my mildly middle-aged friends pulled no punches. Here’s a summary of what they told me: Building careers, families, assets, fighting “the man” while at the same time becoming “the man” and still trying to maintain your youthful glow and hipness is exhausting. You will work your ass off while, at the same time, your ass, or some other body part will just stop working the way it used to. So, too, will marriages and appliances
break down. A decade of disillusionment with your parents, your government, your principles, or all three awaits. If you try to control and analyze it all, it will destroy you. What can YOU do to create peace within? Sometimes you have to…
“Tune in and drop out.” Or unplug and have an i-less day. Spirituality, religion, faith, mindfulness, yoga, tai chi—these have all been mainstreamed into our cultural dialogue thanks to this generation. They know the importance of keeping yourself centered
through a storm. These friends taught me new ways to pray and meditate, to see the connection between all human beings and most of all how to objectively acknowledge my mistakes and faults and “get over” myself.
From Generation X:
“You’re not that special.” Self-deprecation is one of my generation’s trademarks. It’s what has helped us deal with our rarely admitted mediocrity in World History. Generation Y should try dabbling in it just a bit. It’s OK to be laughed at and equally OK to laugh at yourself (and not in an “I hope this gets a million hits on YouTube” way). Most of what we dole out to you and to ourselves is in good fun or because we think you should take yourself less seriously but always because we care. Do you deserve a raise, an award, a gold star or a pat on the back every time you do what is expected of you? Possibly. But we’re all out of those.
“Make friends. Love friends.” We were known as the first generation of latch-key kids. We perfected the art of creating our own families. We will fight like hell with each other over politics, parenting and religion but at the end of the day, we love our friends fiercely. We like social networking not because we want to “network” as much as we want to continue the friendships we’ve already started. If we are honest, there is a part of us that is uncomfortable “friending” you unless we’ve stared you down over a cup of coffee or pint of beer. In my twenties, my Gen-X friends cheered each other on through shitty “starting
positions” bemoaning each other’s credit card and student loan debt. In my thirties, another set of Gen-X friends welcomed me into a new city, new job market, bemoaning our mortgage and student loan debt. We are raising our children together and trying to instill in them the importance of finding and nurturing a solid group of friends. The deep friendships you need to get through your generation’s woes aren’t going to come from texts and tweets. They grow when you expose your vulnerabilities to someone over dinner or during a spontaneous visit to a friend’s house. Spend quality time with quality people.
From Generation Y:
I have a few close friends who just squeak into this generation. Just thinking of their determination makes me tired. But it is their determination that inspires me to stay interested in the world outside my front door while keeping my toes pedicured.
“Don’t stop fighting for what you want. Again and again and again.” My Gen-Y friends get a vision in their head of how something should be. They will tweak it and tweak it and tweak me until it gets there. They will ask and ask and ask until they get what they want.
“It’s OK to be a little frivolous.” Play Bejeweled Blitz, watch Jersey Shore, listen to Katy Perry! No, they aren’t making you smarter but they are fun! It’s OK to have fun! Lighten up. The Gen Y playfulness is contagious.
Each generation does have something to teach the others. Each generation should listen to each other. We could all whine less. In the most gigantic picture of things, I am enormously grateful my soul ended up where it did and when it did and that it crossed paths with so many teachers from so many generations.
[For the record- Kurt Cobain and David Foster Wallace were certainly important voices for Gen X. Please note the non-Axl Rose Gen X voices who are still alive: Sarah Vowell, Dave Eggers, Michael Stipe.]
Paths to enlightenment:
Your neighbors
http://www.amazon.com/Partly-Cloudy-Patriot-Sarah-Vowell/dp/0743243803/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1319487005&sr=1-1
http://www.amazon.com/Heartbreaking-Work-Staggering-Genius/dp/0375725784/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1319487075&sr=1-1
http://www.amazon.com/Automatic-People-R-M/dp/B000002MG1/ref=sr_1_1?s=music&ie=UTF8&qid=1319487119&sr=1-1