I think I speak for all of us when I say:
Materially better off than those born 5 years after me, and materially worse off than those born 5 years before me.
Bezos was born in 1964, Musk 1971 and Zuckerberg 1986. Was there some rich asshat born around 1979 to fill in the gap?
Zuckerberg was born in 1984, haven’t looked up the others.
What an amazing coincidental birth year, compared to what product he ended up “creating”…
I do not speak for Zuckerberg.
Grew up early enough to be screwed by a lack of understanding of mental conditions, be thought of as gifted, build no useful skillsets except how to pass tests, “follow your dreams!” Into lol no opportunities and hyper competition for what you were interested in, can’t morally have kids as both a contributor to overpopulation/carbon emissions and the existential dread + crisis they would inherit and that’s before the question of cost and their livelihood or lack thereof down the road, housing where I grew up is unattainably expensive just to live in a closet but need to live near family to support them, burnt out daily by world events before even putting work in to the equation, feel like life never got a chance to get started.
But have no personal debt and a mid-range PC so that’s cool and better than many.
You literally described my life, I wouldn’t have made a better summary.
2004 was 22 years ago… Jesus Christ
Oh God. Are we…old now?
No, 22 isn’t old. I’m 36 and still wouldn’t say I’m old, even though I definitely feel it.
That is false and I refuse to believe that. A good day to you.
The halfway point between now and the end of WWII is about 1985. So anyone born before that has a bday closer to WWII than the present date.
If you were born 2004 or earlier, your bday is closer to that 1985 date than it is to today.
Would you kindly ever so please shut the f*** ** don’t speak that filth around here
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The 1900s!? 😂 That is simultaneously the funniest and most painful thing I have read today.
I often refer to things my friend did as a kid/young adult having occurred last century.
Do one better, say it was last millennium.
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I wouldn’t worry too much about it.
As an older millennial, I felt the same way when media outlets were lumping my 30-odd year old ass in with 16 year olds not even out of high school and calling us a cohort.
You have more in common with people nearing 50 than you might want to believe. The main difference is that they’ve experienced things that you haven’t yet. But you will, sooner than you probably think.
One thing my dad always said about adulthood was “the days are long but the years are short.” And boy was he right. Now he’s an old man, I’m staring directly ahead at my 40’s, and the list of dead people I used to know continues to increase in number and velocity.
Sometimes it feels like I was 22 a few years ago but then I blinked and now I’m here.
I’m not even 30 yet and I not only remember floppy disk’s, I used them in school.
You grew up in a poor school district, didn’t you?
That’s just technology. Maybe think about boomers and then consider again whether you have ‘nothing in common’ with people < 47
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You still know the movies. That’s the point. No need to dick around, baby 🕺
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I graduated high school the year you were born. I agree with everything you said. I feel like this was written by an older millennial still self-deluding themselves about being in the olds now.
The tweet is just asking: How are you and your parents? Nothing to be upset about.
You made an account and chose violence lol
I heard my hip make a pop noise earlier. It doesn’t hurt yet but I’m sure it’ll be the most painful thing I’ve heard today. And I just know it’ll be my back that paid the price.
would you prefer “late 20th century”?
Personally, yes
You just reminded me of this.
bro got pressed over a twitter reply 😭 no one lumpin you in with the adults bro ur good
WDYM “close to 50 years old”? The 90’s were only ten years ago!
Lol unc
The age brackets get more inclusive quickly
You’re almost old enough to get your own “that time I pooped my pants” story
Maybe it’s the flu, or you trust a fart after extra spicy Thai. But either way, you never forget or trust your sphincter the same.
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I’ll lump you better.
You are a part of group born between 300,000 BCE and 2026 CE.
Well, just like millennials, you’ll never be able to retire. So good for you for still being young I guess?
Is called being a slave we are the modern slave
The 1900s are 1900-1909, like how the 1990s are between 1990-1999. No one is lumping you in with them lol
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the 1900s
Now listen here you little shit
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I want to burn it all to the ground because it was all lies that our own parents (the boomers), threw us into while actively making it worse for us, just for profit, and now they’re so alienated by the fact that we don’t want to treat the coming generations, people and even the fucking planet like they did that they brought back fascism.
No I’m not alright, but the entire planet isn’t alright and all our problems have names and adresses.
1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW, Washington, DC 20500
Gearing up for another once in a lifetime situation.
Yearning to find myself in another part of the world, forced to be letting the days go by.
Same as it ever was.
Life sucks if you lost your mojo
I didn’t get a life, billionaires took our lives so that they could have too great of ones. And made us slaves (and we do it all in hopes so that one day we get to join them in their Pedo Cult slave driving fantasies /s) if we just work hard enough
wearing a shirt older than my co-op I’m mentoring so… yeah…
Just hanging there. My career went to the shitter.
The ancient Scottish martial art of Fuk Yu
Which, spoonerized, is Yuk Fu. Still fitting!
I’m too old to be part of that group. 👴
Dealing with depression, as the psych visits that prescribe me my anti-depressants have become too expensive for me, even with insurance. Over $200 a month in co-pay is beyond absurd. Right now I’m still on my meds, but every day I feel tired, alone, and defeated.
Meanwhile people around me are making friends, getting married, and buying houses, and there’s not enough distractions in the world to keep me from feeling worse and worse about myself whenever I think about their small fortunes. Comparing one’s self to others is a surefire way to feel like shit, and normally the anti-depressants help keep me from it. But even my girlfriend’s buying a house (we’re polyamorous, she lives with her husband) so now I can’t even think of her without feeling awful about myself, as I sit in my registered low-income, mouse-infested, studio apartment. She’s the only friend that lives close enough for me to visit, and I can’t even enjoy that.
The one good thing going for me is that the kids I work with love me. Normally, that can sustain me, but then I hear my coworkers making plans to hang out together (which I’m never invited to do) and I go back into the spiral of self-hatred that makes me wonder, “What is it about me that makes people not want to invite me?” I’m told that I’m friendly, that I’m funny, and it seems that people genuinely like me. But I’m not asked to do things. Never. What’s that about? Is there some red flag on my back that I can’t see?
So anyway, yeah. Not doing great.
Organize going out and invite them. If they all say no, go out anyway, spend a little time out, and don’t sweat it. Organize again. They will eventually both go with you and invite you to their stuff. That’s more or less how society works.
Yeah it sounds easy, but I don’t know how to do that. People always flake on me, even when I organized a birthday party a month in advance and picked a time/date that’s supposed to work for everyone and checked a week before to make sure everyone was still planning to come. I still ended up alone, until I told people on the day-of that everyone bailed, and I guess four people felt bad enough about it to come over. It felt like a literal pity party.
I’d say people are too flaky, but maybe they just don’t care about me enough. Which leads me to struggle between, “Fine, I don’t care about them either,” and “My god, I’m so lonely.”
There’s this app I found called Meetups which shows me events in my city where I can go to meet people with similar interests and goals and just be out of the house. It helps, the less coup’d up I am the less I’m on social media the better I feel. I thought maybe this could help.
I use a cane to walk and I’ve got a fair bit of brain damage, but I’m still working cause I’m not retirement age yet.
Mid 90s here, lol, the world keeps crumbling around me and yet I have to keep building my own life up. Fortunately I can probably afford a house when I no longer fear the government may decide to seize land from people like me.
I heard someone say the U.S. has “dying mall vibes” and I feel like someone finally sees us.
