The Curse of the Old

The internet is abuzz with how the older generation has facilitated the big push that is cumulating in rapid climate change and…. Doesn’t care.

Figures. In my opinion, not that anyone asked me, the older generation is severely entitled and basking in the glorification of their adolescent hardships. Don’t believe me? Try asking someone from that generation to reduce their use of plastic bags. They’ll behave like you refused them oxygen. Or, try telling them that they have to wait in line for their food order like everyone else. You’ll be treated to a long lecture, in an Asian language or dialect that you can’t really understand about how in their day, the younger generation respected their elders.

They are so predictable that you don’t even need to be able to fully understand them.

And, I maintain that if the only reason why you should respect someone is because they’re old, they need to do a deep reflection on their life.

Returning to my initial statement, why should we respect a generation that has pretty much destroyed our future for us. Not just economically, but also environmentally.

Not only have they made everything ridiculously, unproportionally expensive, they have filled our oceans and wildlife with plastic. The rate of animals going extinct during their generation’s reign of the world is the most widespread and alarming.

But if you bring it up, they’ll say, “That’s your problem to deal with.”

So typical of the older generation. Relatively recently, after more than 20 years, I exploded with sheer indignation of how a few of my relatives have hurt me since childhood. Only to be met with blatant entitlement of how they never did anything wrong, and how I had hurt them by calling them out on it.

Basically, if climate change is an indication of anything, it’s that the older generation feel like they have the right to do whatever they want to hurt you, simply because they were on the planet first. And you just have to suck it up because they suffered in their own way before you.

When I told my father that I suffer from crippling, suicidal depression, he told me that when he was a kid, no one cared about him either.

Like that makes everything all right.

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