The doomed, the millenials : Part I

Anushruti Adhikari
Sep 5, 2018 · 3 min read

“We’re the generation that had to obey our terrifyingly strict parents when we WERE kids and because we raised the overly pampered, we now have to listen to THEM, and YOU say YOUR life is unnecessarily more complicated than ours. Pfft.”

I am usually on the other end of this conversation, wondering why I got myself into this mess.

Oh well.

We’re the millenials. The people who watch a half an hour long 100 crepe- crepe cake making video while eating boiled soggy noodles, the kind that wears a T-shirt reading “Genius at Work” when we’re actually 6 Feet Deep into the word game on our phone, just because it gives us a whiff of achievement, the kind of people who watch people watching other people’s video, and we are, the sad and pitiful group who… oh my god…

Who find it uncomfortable to be in a fucking toilet if they don’t have their cell phones with them.

But I have to say, I am a part of the clan, and so I decided to let my handful of readers know how I feel about my generation, why I believe they’re doomed, and that’s why the world is doomed, and the aliens should probably take a hint right now.

But, we don’t need to take in all of the misery at once, so let’s do it in parts, shall we?

Our parents often talk about having a pretty hard life themselves. If your parents migrated from outside the city to Kathmandu, then you definitely must have heard the “Ultimate Struggle Story”. Whatever kind of anecdote they had in store for you, compared to what we have today, they will always, always tell you that our life is a cakewalk, and it is.

Because our parents were so focused in giving us the absolute best of everything, we never realized we were being mentally pampered. At home, in school, we were continuously fed with the idea that we could achieve anything we wanted to and nothing was far from our reach. We were given the success stories way before we were taught about failures. These stories motivated us to dream bigger, to dream the “impossible”, and that’s the only thing they did.

We have been so highly driven by the sense of achievement. We are not taught to cope with failures, we are just taught how all of it will “be worth it some day”, but that solves nothing. It doesn’t give us a practical sense of hope. It doesn’t give us time to think what went wrong and what should we do about it. It might be the reason why we believe that we are in depression, because we are simply unable to cope with the natural temporary grievances of a human life.

What they don’t tell you, is that success is not the end of the story. It’s one item ticked off in the to-do list. And who can say that success is actually worth it? For some of us, it’s not about wiping your happy tears and coming up on the stage, it’s the aftermath of hours of trainning, discipline, sleepless nights and what not.

And most of these times, when you do achieve something at some point, you might be the person that people start looking up to, or you might be the person that just wants to go back to bed.

Somewhere along the way, before our life even started, we assumed it would be fairly easy, and that was the first mistake that led us to…well…this.

I cannot stress this enough: At the same time, it’s the overinformation that is rotting us from the inside even as we speak.

Which leads us to our next big question.

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