An Insight to the Generation Y Psyche - By Greg "The 6th Man" Papadopoulos - Personal - http://maxpages.com/chinaman/Insight_to_Generation_Y

I don’t know if I’m the only one who psychoanalyzes (and stares at) every person I have ever seen, or if I am the only one who noticed every peer around us is an idiot. Idiot, not as a derogatory term, but as a term to describe someone who just doesn’t give a fuck about anything. I’m not sure if our generation is really a bunch of idiots, or if humanity has bred idiots since the alleged disappearance of Neanderthal man. For the sake of argument, let’s imagine all the idiots you have ever met would trump any folkloric, legendary village idiot that has ever existed.
Let me specify the requirements of being one of these Y2K nimrods. (Keep score at home) My qualifications and expertise are as follows: 2 years experience in college fraternity, 4 years Stagg high school, and 21 years being around Greeks. First, joining a fraternity has forever branded me and any one else in a social frat, an idiot. More than half of the kids that joined my house in 2 years got booted because of grades. However, it seems to not bother these kids. It’s probably the drugs, but I think the underlying reason goes deeper. Some other examples of this idiocy are: Start (underage) boozing at 8 am on St.Pat’s unofficial on a college campus where cops are out on the prowl and can identify if you drank cuz your fuckin mouth is green. A third of the people I know at school have gotten at least one $400 drinking ticket on unofficial. YET, they don’t give a fuck. They laugh about it. I am a pretty pessimistic and hateful person but I am amused and sometimes congratulatory at the lack of concern some people have had in these situations. I believe this ability to laugh in the face of despair and stress is the key and unique identifier of our generation.
NOW to the point. WHY are we like this? What is the common denominator in all of our social interaction histories? I looked back in my own life to find the root of all my stress, mental, social and physical problems. I pre-hypothesized that it could be organized sports or the stress of school. WRONG. I wondered if growing up in sheltered suburban utopia affected my psyche. FALSE. Then I reached back to the earliest of my memories and a fluorescent light flashed in my head. I blame it on fuckin NINTENDO. GOD DAMNIT, say it ain’t so!!
Just think about it, have you ever been as enraged as you were in your Nintendo days. The answer is no. I haven’t thrown an electronic device (very common symptom) since I sent the system to FuncoLand (don’t get me started on FuncoLand, = the first time we got the booty finger from being a consumer). I ask you to recall the cracks on the front of your Nintendo, the number of times you blacked out while blowing as hard as Heather Brooke, and the number of times you lost your cool when Tecmo Bowl froze in between the third and fourth quarter of your Raiders vs Washington Super Bowl epic. I could go on for days, but my Doctor doesn’t recommend counter factual thinking.
Obviously our extreme frustrations at such a vital period of social development has prevented us from taking anything seriously. We can’t feel despair because we are too numb. School shootings are not a result of games like DOOM. They are the result of the realization that our childhoods were wasted. My great reaction time in driving is because of my Shidoshi-level training of pressing reset when the red light goes on.
In conclusion, when you see someone doing or saying the stupidest thing in history up to that point, let it slide, have compassion, picture their faces in front of the TV screen wearing a green Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sweat suit, with tears streaming down their faces, just because they forgot to save. AND P.S.: for those of you who had a Nintendo that worked perfectly. FUCK YOU!!!

ItsOnlyJT@aol.com

Visitors: 00027

Page Updated Thu Jan 17, 2008 12:43am EST