Let’s Be Real: Please Don’t Call Me Millennial

When people ask me why I am so serious and why I always try to hang out with people who are older than me, I can only answer honestly: I am ashamed and embarrassed to be part of this generation, and I certainly do not want to have a part in the next wave of up and coming disappointments.

I grew up in a generation called the “Millennials.” It has a hip name, and there are some minor flaws that the previous generations can point out, but it is nothing when compared to what I have been seeing come from my peers.

I can admit that I have some flaws, along with the rest of the Millennials. We tend to be attracted to our technology, our video games, and our food. We get a little too loud and stay out a little too late, but all in all, those pale in comparison to some more recent trends that have spread from the Millennial generation.

Pursue your dreams, find a hobby, be happy with who you are, not what the Internet wants you to be, because believe me: suicide is not a joke, Juuls are harmful, and there is nothing beautiful about a synthetic gym bod or a Bad and Boujee booty.

Lately I’ve been noticing that Millennials are becoming infected by the latest and not-so-greatest in trends, whether it be music, clothing, or other small things. Personalities, spending tendencies, and overall outlooks on life are rapidly deviating from what Millennials were five to ten, even fifteen years ago.

A lot of the Millennials I come across are in this mindset that the world is against them and that there is no hope in life. This suicidal, pessimistic look on life is really not something that this generation, or any generation, should have.

I find it to be very difficult to be around people who are constantly saying that they hate everything and that they supposedly “want to die” over things that are sometimes so minuscule in actual importance that it seems like they are almost making fun of people who are actually struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts or actions.

For example, if a person gets a bad test score, immediately they say “I want to kill myself,” instead of “How can I prepare myself better for the next one?” It becomes both a confusing and distasteful gut reaction to start mentioning suicide as an alternative to simply getting through a problem. Even as a joke thrown around casually between friends, I often find myself saying “Please don’t” or “Why would you do that?” in hopes that it will not become reality.

Then there are the Millennials that have a different meta for their personalities and reactions. These Millennials are almost as overpowering as the “Suiciders.”   I am talking about the “Body Advertisers.”

This is a toxic and violent breed that quite frankly, I wish ceased to exist. Millennials pretty much put their bodies up into the free world like they’re trying to sell themselves like a product in the mall. Instagrams, Snapchats, and the creation of “finsta” accounts are polluted with both boys and girls posing half or fully nude in bathroom mirrors with absolutely ridiculous captions and filters.

They post videos of themselves wearing outfits clearly above their style of life while they lip-sync hip-hop songs in their cars. They get silicone implants, facelifts, and spray tans to look like someone else for the sake of looking “sexy.”

I always have to think to myself: “Why are you doing this? What are you trying to accomplish with all that?”

In real terms, the only thing these types of Millennials want to achieve is followers and bad people. When I say bad people when talking about this group of teens is bad girls and guys. Gone are the days of chivalry and good love. If you are not constantly going to parties or drinking or doing drugs, buying Supreme/Gucci/Chanel clothing, or starting hateful drama like it is going out of style, then you are left out like stale bread. The harsh reality of it: good guys and good girls are a dying breed in Millennial society.

Also, everywhere I look, I am seeing Millennials becoming infected by something even more dissatisfying and stupid: Juuls.

I have enough hate towards these things that I could write a book about them, but Millennials drove the biggest nail for me. To me, Juuls, Juul pods, vape tricks, and the surrounding desire for them to be an everyday necessity in Millennial lives is infuriating. Why do Millennials on both sides, old and young, have to be so dependent on the craze of a rechargeable vape pen that looks like a poorly constructed USB stick? The answer lies in what I just said: they’re stupid. Juuls are things that fuel the Millennial movement in the worst of ways. They control their lives, dictate where their money goes, and how they act. In recent news, I am absolutely proud to know that Juuls are getting banned in so many different places.

It is a different world with the Millennial generation. Things that previous generations would strive to accomplish have gone extinct to Millennials. Benefiting the world or yourself is nothing compared to the powerful force of trends and social media personalities. Could that Millennial be pursuing their dreams, getting good grades, or donating to a charity? Nope, they’re posing in their Supreme underwear in the bathroom with their thousand dollar iPhone, vaping a Juul while tweeting a hate comment with a trashy mumble rapper playing in the background. Disgusting.

I’ll end by saying this, I thank Millennials who have not turned to the dark side of the generation. Pursue your dreams, find a hobby, be happy with who you are, not what the Internet wants you to be, because believe me: suicide is not a joke, Juuls are harmful, and there is nothing beautiful about a synthetic gym bod or a Bad and Boujee booty.