Sunday, December 11, 2011

Reality Check III: My Generation

Note: Today is not a writerly blog. It's a personal "Here is what I think" blog. Read at your own risk.


I live in the Occupy Wallstreet generation. 


Today's world is terrifying; there is war, rape, murder, muggings, vandalism. The horrifying list just goes on. People blame my generation, all the time. They look at all of us like we're criminals already. They look at people like me, people with lip and eyebrow rings like we're filthy. (Okay, sometimes I forget to shower or don't want to...but for the most part, I'm pretty clean.) 


But really this is the type of person I am;
I hold the door for people. 
I tell people to have a good day.
I may forget to say please but I always try to say thank you.
I go up to strange dogs and pet them because they're cute. 
I put myself through college and obtained a degree in Medical Biology, even when everyone told me to quit because "You're not good at it".
I bought my own car, my first car, without a co-signer at the age of 22, because I left my mom's house when I was 16.
I am the type of person who doesn't usually lock their doors.
I will pick up hitchhikers if it's cold.
I have tattoos, and I have piercings.
I hate hate words, gay bashing, and judging people for what they cannot control.
I WILL defend the underdog (and have almost gotten my ass kicked for it). 


Yesterday while working at the mountain a guest got on my case about picking up hitchhikers because I'm a girl, and in today's society it's not safe. 


It's not safe because we make it not safe. Things happen to people; cars break down, people have to get from point A to point B. I pick up hitchhikers because I believe in the whole "Be the change you wish to see in the world" (~Gandhi). If I were to need to hitchhike, I'd like to think that people like me will be willing to pick me up. When I leave my car unlocked, I try not to panic, because I'd like to think that there are people like me who just walk from their car, into the store, without wanting to break in and steal a GPS. 


My generation is full of unrest. 
We're sick of people stomping on our dreams. We're sick of people telling us to live in reality because we aren't thinking straight. We're sick of hearing about child abusers in the churches and in the schools. We're sick of domestic abuse that goes unreported, because we grew up in those households; I grew up in that household. We're sick of hearing about rape, and murder. We're sick of being the victims of rape and abuse. We're sick of having to lock our doors. We're sick of being afraid to walk the streets at night.


But we don't know how to make this stop, how to make this change. So we camp out, and we protest because we don't know what to do anymore. 


We are the revolution. 
Get ready. Things will change. 


If you don't believe me here are some songs:
City High~City High Anthem
John Mayor~Waiting
Noah Gunersen-Jesus, Jesus
(I had more, but I can't seem to find them....either way, you get the idea)


"Reality's a lovely place, but I wouldn't want to live there" ~Owl City

5 comments:

  1. I love Owl City, Btw.

    Great post :)

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  2. I love that you know what you believe in. I love that you have something, a beautiful something, you want to fight for.

    But I'll still worry about you picking up hitchhikers. :)

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  3. @Sarah--I worry sometimes, too. But..it's a cause I believe in! :) Plus...I usually have my 115lb dog in the backseat...I don't think anyone will want to mess with me and piss him off :)

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