Yeah that’s been my experience as well and I work for a bar. Most of my coworkers in that generation have been easier to get along with, easier to communicate with and don’t visibly panic at a “dead inside” joke. Direct contrast to my last workplace with more millennials/boomers. Ive yet to cop inter-generational shit talking from zoomers so they sure won’t get it from me. Plus look what they did with memes.
Gen Xers have always been pretty cool, as long as you don’t expect them to care about much. I get the feeling that the close proximity to the Boomers really took it out of them.
I have a lot of sympathy for them in general and plenty of them are pretty cool, but the product of not caring is that there a lot of selfish asshole xers, I don’t hold it as a rule, but they certainly didn’t try to support or guide us much in my experience
Edit: to be clear when I say predecessors I mean boomers because they are the age group with the most representation in power since I was born
I think boomers to millennials would make more sense. Boomers are so hateful and desperate to keep what was promised to them that they will hold on to it even if it costs 3 generations of people almost everything.
They were hating on us Gen Xers while we were still in grade school. Giving us shit for the participation ribbons, they imagined, designed, bought, and handed out to us
They invented participation ribbons and trophies, I’m almost convinced, just so they could give them to us millenials and you Xers on field day and immediately shit on us for involuntarily receiving them in fucking kindergarten as though we didn’t hate how transparently bullshit they were. I destroyed mine in creative, almost ceremonial ways.
I am that dude they were complaining about. They used me as some sort of representative to attack the rest of you with.
I came really close to owning a home one time. It was just outside of this really terrible neighborhood and only cost 20k. This was in 2015. The house was small, but it had a barn, a chicken coop, a big area for horses that the neighbor was using (and I agreed to continue to let them use it if they’d teach my kids to ride the horses). A drive down the hillside led to trash and drugs. Somehow it didn’t extend up the hill yet.
Actually I know why it didn’t. In 2001 the neighborhood below it was flooded. The folks who lived there for years and kept it nice took the fema bucks and rolled out. The houses sold for 4-6k and the people who migrated over from the poorest part of West Virginia didn’t even bother repairing them. They just moved right in.
That killed the property value all around it, which was fine with me.
We were all set to close on the loan when I caught my ex cheating and my whole life caved in. Oh well, such is life.
It kind of stings to think I’d own it right now and a chance like that probably won’t ever happen again. The problems would have probably spread up that way eventually though and I’d regret moving there. That helps a bit.
I learned a lot about life through all that mess though.
I’d forgive her, she’d do it again. She’d say she loved me, then sit up in the bed in the middle of the night and say, “I just don’t love you anymore.” The chaos would start again. I’d go crash with my mom, she’d ask me to come back, then she’d make me leave again after a week or so. This dragged on for about 3 years. The last time I was driving her to work, leaned in to kiss her, seen a mark on her neck. I rolled out, she was fine with that. I met someone else, she lost her damn mind. Ended up being committed, finally settled down with the last guy she cheated with, was diagnosed with breast cancer and died at 33.
Fortunately for her, he is a great dude. He took care of her and stayed by her side through all of that hell. He still maintains an active role in my daughter’s life and he doesn’t have to do that. She’s there now actually. She’s been there for a couple weeks.
I learned that I have control over nothing. Every aspect of my life is one moment away from pure chaos and destruction, so I’m thankful for what I have while I have it. Nothing is promised, nothing is permanent. I find meaning and comfort in exactly this moment and I’m ok with that. When the hard times come, I will survive them until I eventually don’t. That is reality for all of us, I’m not special, and anyone who finds me special will find me special for a time. Believe it or not, I have peace.
It’s crazy. She was my meaning for so long. I started seeing her when she was 14 (lied and said she was 15) and I was just about to turn 18. The final split happened when she was 30 and I was 34.
It’s funny. She told me she was moving in with me when she turned 18. She did. She packed her bags and came to stay. About 3 days in I got a call at work, “If you don’t bring my daughter home, you and your roommate are going to jail.” I stupidly replied, “Well, she’s 18 so you can kiss my ass.” Her mother was abusive as hell, or so she said. The girl couldn’t tell the truth, seriously. I learned to take everything she said with a grain of salt and loved her any way. Everywhere she went she had some big story though. Anyway, I hung up the phone and less than a minute later it rang again, “I don’t know what Miss Lie About Everything told you, but she just turned 17. Bring her home or go to jail.”
I confronted her, “I’m so sorry, I was just so into you and I knew you wouldn’t be interested if I told you the truth, and what’s one year? At this point I was too embarrassed and I didn’t know what to do. I hoped she just wouldn’t care that I was gone.” (Which is an indicator that her stories of abuse were true).
A couple months later I had forgiven her, a year later she packed her bags and came again.
Her mom and grandma showed up and tried to get her to leave. Right to my face her mom said, “He’s worthless honey. Is this the life you want?” Her grandma chimed in, “Please come home. We love you so much.”
She stayed. Nearly 15 years, not counting the time we spent close before that. I literally didn’t believe she’d ever cheat. I was special her. I meant something. I really didn’t think she’d do it.
But she did.
Somehow I’m doing better than ever despite all of that chaos. I’m with someone that I really get along with, someone who I love to go out of my way for. It’s a whole different world. I hope she never leaves, but if she does, I know I’ll make it.
Is the inheritance of generational hatred depicted here even real? Some of the nicest people I’ve interacted with in my entire life were Baby Boomers. I’ve met shittier Gen Xers and Millennials than Baby Boomers.
The circle has already been broken, as ~zoomer, the vast majority of millennials I interacted with were really nice people.
As a millennial, the vast majority of zoomers I’ve interacted with have been cool.
Yeah that’s been my experience as well and I work for a bar. Most of my coworkers in that generation have been easier to get along with, easier to communicate with and don’t visibly panic at a “dead inside” joke. Direct contrast to my last workplace with more millennials/boomers. Ive yet to cop inter-generational shit talking from zoomers so they sure won’t get it from me. Plus look what they did with memes.
Same, I’m not sure who this meme is really intended for
I’m a millennial and I love you guys, my aim is to be kinder and more helpful to y’all than our predecessors were to us
Gen Xers have always been pretty cool, as long as you don’t expect them to care about much. I get the feeling that the close proximity to the Boomers really took it out of them.
I have a lot of sympathy for them in general and plenty of them are pretty cool, but the product of not caring is that there a lot of selfish asshole xers, I don’t hold it as a rule, but they certainly didn’t try to support or guide us much in my experience
Edit: to be clear when I say predecessors I mean boomers because they are the age group with the most representation in power since I was born
I think boomers to millennials would make more sense. Boomers are so hateful and desperate to keep what was promised to them that they will hold on to it even if it costs 3 generations of people almost everything.
They were hating on us Gen Xers while we were still in grade school. Giving us shit for the participation ribbons, they imagined, designed, bought, and handed out to us
They invented participation ribbons and trophies, I’m almost convinced, just so they could give them to us millenials and you Xers on field day and immediately shit on us for involuntarily receiving them in fucking kindergarten as though we didn’t hate how transparently bullshit they were. I destroyed mine in creative, almost ceremonial ways.
Let’s normalise calling boomers the participation trophy generation
We did the work so you don’t have to. 😝
I’m a really young zoomer and most millenials I interacted with were also really nice.
But there were also a few jerks
Life, in a nutshell haha.
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I am that dude they were complaining about. They used me as some sort of representative to attack the rest of you with.
I came really close to owning a home one time. It was just outside of this really terrible neighborhood and only cost 20k. This was in 2015. The house was small, but it had a barn, a chicken coop, a big area for horses that the neighbor was using (and I agreed to continue to let them use it if they’d teach my kids to ride the horses). A drive down the hillside led to trash and drugs. Somehow it didn’t extend up the hill yet.
Actually I know why it didn’t. In 2001 the neighborhood below it was flooded. The folks who lived there for years and kept it nice took the fema bucks and rolled out. The houses sold for 4-6k and the people who migrated over from the poorest part of West Virginia didn’t even bother repairing them. They just moved right in.
That killed the property value all around it, which was fine with me.
We were all set to close on the loan when I caught my ex cheating and my whole life caved in. Oh well, such is life.
It kind of stings to think I’d own it right now and a chance like that probably won’t ever happen again. The problems would have probably spread up that way eventually though and I’d regret moving there. That helps a bit.
Take this fist bump, fellow cheating-partner-cost-me-a-house human.
sad fist bump
Sucks don’t it?
I learned a lot about life through all that mess though.
I’d forgive her, she’d do it again. She’d say she loved me, then sit up in the bed in the middle of the night and say, “I just don’t love you anymore.” The chaos would start again. I’d go crash with my mom, she’d ask me to come back, then she’d make me leave again after a week or so. This dragged on for about 3 years. The last time I was driving her to work, leaned in to kiss her, seen a mark on her neck. I rolled out, she was fine with that. I met someone else, she lost her damn mind. Ended up being committed, finally settled down with the last guy she cheated with, was diagnosed with breast cancer and died at 33.
Fortunately for her, he is a great dude. He took care of her and stayed by her side through all of that hell. He still maintains an active role in my daughter’s life and he doesn’t have to do that. She’s there now actually. She’s been there for a couple weeks.
I learned that I have control over nothing. Every aspect of my life is one moment away from pure chaos and destruction, so I’m thankful for what I have while I have it. Nothing is promised, nothing is permanent. I find meaning and comfort in exactly this moment and I’m ok with that. When the hard times come, I will survive them until I eventually don’t. That is reality for all of us, I’m not special, and anyone who finds me special will find me special for a time. Believe it or not, I have peace.
Sorry for all involved. But yeah, we all just… Exist. We choose to make meaning for ourselves, if we want to.
It’s crazy. She was my meaning for so long. I started seeing her when she was 14 (lied and said she was 15) and I was just about to turn 18. The final split happened when she was 30 and I was 34.
It’s funny. She told me she was moving in with me when she turned 18. She did. She packed her bags and came to stay. About 3 days in I got a call at work, “If you don’t bring my daughter home, you and your roommate are going to jail.” I stupidly replied, “Well, she’s 18 so you can kiss my ass.” Her mother was abusive as hell, or so she said. The girl couldn’t tell the truth, seriously. I learned to take everything she said with a grain of salt and loved her any way. Everywhere she went she had some big story though. Anyway, I hung up the phone and less than a minute later it rang again, “I don’t know what Miss Lie About Everything told you, but she just turned 17. Bring her home or go to jail.”
I confronted her, “I’m so sorry, I was just so into you and I knew you wouldn’t be interested if I told you the truth, and what’s one year? At this point I was too embarrassed and I didn’t know what to do. I hoped she just wouldn’t care that I was gone.” (Which is an indicator that her stories of abuse were true).
A couple months later I had forgiven her, a year later she packed her bags and came again.
Her mom and grandma showed up and tried to get her to leave. Right to my face her mom said, “He’s worthless honey. Is this the life you want?” Her grandma chimed in, “Please come home. We love you so much.”
She stayed. Nearly 15 years, not counting the time we spent close before that. I literally didn’t believe she’d ever cheat. I was special her. I meant something. I really didn’t think she’d do it.
But she did.
Somehow I’m doing better than ever despite all of that chaos. I’m with someone that I really get along with, someone who I love to go out of my way for. It’s a whole different world. I hope she never leaves, but if she does, I know I’ll make it.
Take care bud.
There’s a thin line between anguished despair and nihilistic optimism.
A thin, intentional line.
It can be alluded to, highlighted, charted, and otherwise discussed ad-infinitum, but it’s damn near impossible to lead another to.
Only have one comment to read (and I’m sorry how much it cost) but it looks like you’re at peace indeed.
Kudos to you, but remember you can backslide in acceptance and working back out is okay too!
Is the inheritance of generational hatred depicted here even real? Some of the nicest people I’ve interacted with in my entire life were Baby Boomers. I’ve met shittier Gen Xers and Millennials than Baby Boomers.
It’s all bullshit, just generated for people to hate someone other then the ones they should be.