Six thirty in the morning and I’ve just made some pancakes for my cold-ridden auntie. Shouldn’t be up this early, but these things do happen. So I sit here musing on my life before I begin work for my internship.
First musing: “Call me maybe” by Carly Rae Jepsen has lodged itself into my brain. While there is someone I wish would call me definitely (Carly, you are so indecisive!) I admit that it has nothing to do with the heart. It’s just so darn catchy! It reminds me that flirting is fun and can be adventurous! It inspires puppy love and sweet nothings. It takes us to a time where “16 and Pregnant” was simply unfathomable… And it also gives my friends and I something to rock out to with that chorus! In fact, the chorus makes the song, because if you think about it, nobody cares about the other lyrics. And if you listen to them, they’re creepy and sometimes nonsensical. But I digress! BRING OUT THE MEME!
On a more serious note, though, as I muse, I recognize something: My generation is more or less geared toward entertainment so much so that when things get tough and we ought to be working even harder, we say “^#(&! it” and turn to Cartoon Network. It’s not that my generation is lazy, just entitled, privileged, and distracted. We want when we want it now, and we have been trained to expect instantaneous gratification at any given time from those in authority (parents, teachers, etc.) Trust me; part of my senior Independent Study focuses exclusively on this:
The Millennial generation, according to Howe and Strauss, is only the newest addition to a cycle that has been going on since societies first arose. However, this generation is “unlike any other in living memory. More numerous, more affluent, better educated, and more ethnically diverse than those who came before, they are beginning to manifest a wide array of positive social habits that older Americans no longer associate with youth, including a new focus on teamwork, achievement, modesty and good conduct” (Howe and Strauss “Millennials Go to College” 13-4). With the advent of digital technology, it is not hard to imagine a spiral whose parts are generations linked to one another and, with the Millennial generation, the spiral is stretched exponentially upward (or downward, depending on one’s view of Millennials) (Nenyue 33). (OMG I JUST CITED MYSELF!!! LOOK AT ME! I’M A SCHOLAR! 🙂 )
We have the ability to pursue our passions to a significant degree and our society has diverse industries that cater to even the most lazy of us (art gallery seater! really?!) And I’m not going to lie… I saw myself graduating and having a million job opportunities lying before me, bowing to the knight who had just slain the graduation dragon.
I myself am a creative type. I enjoy analyzing problems and discovering or creating solutions to them. I see myself doing something in web and social media, but I also enjoy writing creatively. Of course, advertisement does tickle my fancy, but so do ethics, responsibility, and duty toward those younger and older than myself. Only problem is that the jobs are scarce and the competition is fierce and I myself am repeatedly stabbing my brain for such a cheap rhyme.
It seems like everybody wants to do something they love and are passionate about, but those jobs are simply being gobbled up by the faceless mass we call “everybody else.” I mean, we can’t all get what we want, right? Disney pushes that “Wish Upon a Star” stuff like drug dealers push the next big cartel hotspot. Statistically speaking, if you like 1 career path and there are 99 people around you and 40 of those people also like that 1 career, but there are only 10 positions available, what are the odds of you getting that job? It forces you to become competitive and bloodthirsty. And when you’re thirsty for blood, the sweet nectar of having your dream job tastes of plasma, cruelty, and (barring a deficiency in the mineral) iron.
And so the question remains: Should we seek less if we want to remain optimistic and happy? Or should we muddy our passions until we are a twisted shell of our former selves, making art for the sake of stepping on the fingers of another potential competitor, forcing them to fall down the ladder of success. For that matter, what is success? That’s a whole new blog post, that’s what it is.