Generation Y Are You Still Talking to Me?



I'm angry. I don't really know what to do with it...so I'm here...blogging about it I guess. It's just so incredible to me. Guys my age. So far what I've experienced is a total lack of morals, a deficit of tact and no hint of maturity.

I get hit on. I talk to the guy. I try to get a better picture of who he is while he's busy getting a better picture of how to get me into bed. Which, rest assured, isn't happening.

I just don't understand how our generation went to hell in a hand basket.

For being in one of the most "religious" and "Christian" states in the country, it sure doesn't feel like it.

I mean, I'm not asking for much...

+Love God above all else and live a Christ driven life
+Have some semblance of tact and a slight sense of humor
+Make an attempt to use proper grammar
+And don't be an aimless hobo with no plans for the future

That's it! That's it. You don't even have to be insanely hot...just moderately attractive. And hopefully love football...

I mean what's going to happen to these dumb ass guys when they wake up one day and realize that they passed on a girl who could have been their wife for some _____ who will give them a one night stand? Don't you want more? Don't you want something meaningful?

I mean it's sick when guys come up to you and just flat out tell you that they want to _____ you.

WTF

It makes me angry. I'm angry.

I'm a writer and an artist...I love poetry and I can bake delicious things from scratch.
I love to go out of my way to make others happy.
I try my very best to live life as God wants me to. I go to church and try to surround myself with people who will strengthen my faith.
I love my family to death; and I am fiercey loyal to my friends.
I have a fantastic memory and the craziest XBOX and Playstation skills.
I've never not gotten a job that I've interviewed for. I can write a 3,000 word essay with perfect grammar in less than an hour.
I can type wicked fast and draw even faster.
I can get up and speak in front of a crowded room with all the confidence in the world.
I am a great marksman and I can kick ass at the driving range.
I can teach an intricate painting to a room full of people who have no idea how to paint and handle screaming kids at raging painting birthday parties.
I CAN DO SO MUCH. I can be so much. And what do you want?

My body. That's it.

Because that makes so much sense.

Grow up you _____________.

P.S. I can't wait until you have daughters.





Comments

Popular posts from this blog

RAWK Holiday Art Show

Things You May Need to Hear

Analysis of Gerrit Dou's "Dentist by Candlelight" by Liz Rector '09