Millennials And American Madness

An ode to an overlooked sub-generation and some other thoughts.

Brian Brewington
Journal of Journeys
7 min readFeb 11, 2024

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Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

I’m a 90s baby born in 87 and I’m proud of it despite the general view of us. I’m of a rare breed that gets overlooked, or at least isn't discussed or pointed out enough. We may classify as millennials — but we are on the cusp. Maybe we refuse to self-identify as Millenials and there’s nothing you can do about it anymore, not in this political climate. One where we argue about global warming via text messages with our stupid friends. We are not the worst things you think of when you hear the word Millenial and we’re not even a portion as entitled or soft as that goofy ass group after us. We are enigmas, a rare breed, and mix, a true limited edition because they don’t make them like us anymore and never will again. We are the collector’s edition of collector’s editions.

You forget we remember life before cellphones and the internet, unless you were Zack Morris or rich, you didn't have one. I bought my first cellphone at 16 (they were still fairly uncommon)for $60, it was a prepaid one that I bought at a gas station with my own money, and I mainly used to look cool and, definitely not sell pot in my neighborhood.

We knocked for our friends, then one day we didn’t have to do that or call their landline, where we had to talk to their…

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Brian Brewington
Journal of Journeys

Writing About the Human Condition, via My Thoughts, Observations, Experiences, and Opinions — Founder of Journal of Journeys and BRB INC ©