• Random Dent
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    It’s kind of bittersweet being a very tail-end Gen X person. On the happy side, I got to do my childhood and teen years in the “fuck about” era, but on the unhappy side my entire adulthood has been in the “find out” era, and I get to remember what it was like briefly living in a world that wasn’t entirely going to shit.

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        As a zillenial (to young for millennial to old for gen Z) I can tell you that if feels basically awful only ever knowing the ruinous aftermath of the “fuck around” era

        Outside of my immediate friends and family, whom I cherish, I couldn’t be fucked anymore. Everything is so shit all the time. I hope things get better of course and I look out for others when I can. But I’m just trying to keep me and my own afloat at the moment.

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          What year were you born? This might be me. We reached the door just as it slammed shut

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      it’s kind of affirming to hear you say that. As a gen Z person I feel like we’re constantly being gaslit into thinking stuff has always been bad and we just complain more or something

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      Thank you! This was very well put. Felt like a big puzzle piece just fell in place and this discomfort of not knowing why stuff feels so weird nowadays let go a bit. ❤️🤜

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      Older millennial here, so about your age, I have really early childhood memories before ozone issues, recessions, and planet fucking, after that it’s been one paper straw after another