Thank you, Tim. I recall you saying once that your mom was born in the 1960s, and I loved what you said to the professor about those of us, Gen X really, or Gen Jones(per Jonathan Pontell), growing up surrounded by disturbing events. Amen to that! And you did not call us baby boomers, (hallelujah!) for this, I am ever so grateful! We did…
Thank you, Tim. I recall you saying once that your mom was born in the 1960s, and I loved what you said to the professor about those of us, Gen X really, or Gen Jones(per Jonathan Pontell), growing up surrounded by disturbing events. Amen to that! And you did not call us baby boomers, (hallelujah!) for this, I am ever so grateful! We did experience the fallout of the boomers for sure, but we were always an afterthought, tucked neatly in with a generation we could not relate to, and our voices have never really mattered. Yes, we grew up with corruption and violence as the air we breathed in childhood.
(I got in trouble once for standing on a garbage can in my neighborhood yelling, “Politics! Violence! Politics! Violence!…” I didn’t know what the words meant but someone said they were bad words.)
What differs our time as youth distinctly from the young people of today, is that we never expected anyone to listen to us. No one paid much attention to us. We weren’t the baby boomers afterall. And obviously, because we are a rather forgotten, displaced generation, many still feel unheard and as if they don’t matter.
So, sorry for the rant, but I appreciate you calling it out!
Thank you, Tim. I recall you saying once that your mom was born in the 1960s, and I loved what you said to the professor about those of us, Gen X really, or Gen Jones(per Jonathan Pontell), growing up surrounded by disturbing events. Amen to that! And you did not call us baby boomers, (hallelujah!) for this, I am ever so grateful! We did experience the fallout of the boomers for sure, but we were always an afterthought, tucked neatly in with a generation we could not relate to, and our voices have never really mattered. Yes, we grew up with corruption and violence as the air we breathed in childhood.
(I got in trouble once for standing on a garbage can in my neighborhood yelling, “Politics! Violence! Politics! Violence!…” I didn’t know what the words meant but someone said they were bad words.)
What differs our time as youth distinctly from the young people of today, is that we never expected anyone to listen to us. No one paid much attention to us. We weren’t the baby boomers afterall. And obviously, because we are a rather forgotten, displaced generation, many still feel unheard and as if they don’t matter.
So, sorry for the rant, but I appreciate you calling it out!