My Generation is F'ed. by Heston H. Snodgrass

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My internet connection hasn't been shot by an insurgent.

My generation is starting to scare me. If all of our technology is connecting us in a way that has never been done before, how come I don't feel very connected to the people around me? Why doesn't hearing about a friend's overdose over Myspace hit me like a train? Why doesn't a real time Twitter feed of armed gunmen mowing down civilians at a Mumbai airport shock me?

My theory is one word: rebellion. My parents did drugs and listened to rock music. My mom watches independent films with me and my dad borrows my music. They rebelled by getting outside, away from their societal confines. We... we get digital. We retreat to a place of complete anonymity where we can be the smartest, the wittiest, the most confident, the best.

We don't, however, catch a smile from across a crowded room. We don't put a face to these opinions that we have more than enough of. We don't hear each other breathing silently as someone orates a well articulated idea to a crowd. We have found the only way left to rebel. My generation is rebelling against its own humanity. That is why we are f***ed.