Millennialism with some first word problems and a sprinkle of dry humour
Growing up is difficult. When you are younger, your reactions towards adverse experiences tend to trigger responses of ‘why me’ and ‘it’s not fair’. Chances are if you are a teenager, you still enjoy throwing the odd temper tantrum whenever your mum sets those pesky curfews.
I was 22.
My sister had just booked us a trip to Amsterdam, as a celebratory thing for successfully finishing my master’s degree.
Let me give you a great example; I was walking around humming the blues when I dropped my Motorola Atrix (I’m old and cheap) on the cold, hard marble floor. I frantically picked it up to find a one-inch crack going through the middle of the screen. I felt the crack in my heart too, and in my purse. On my way home I stopped by a few phone stores and was told it would cost me £50 to replace the screen.
Reactivating Facebook and writing a post about it – so millennial. For some context; I am 25 years old and I opened my Facebook account in 2008 – when I was 17. So while that is relatively old in today’s era, I had it for a large chunk of time until I decided to deactivate it a few years ago. Why? My career wasn’t moving ahead, I was depressed and social media made it more so. It took some teeth clenching to reactivate the account even now but I got there in the end.
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For many of us, family occasions are rarely a cause for celebration. All of us have that weird uncle (I have two) and an aunt or two who are just a little too loud with their dated prejudices or what they think of the weight you gained over the summer.