I'm happy with who I am and what I have. On my way for the pursuit of happiness :)
Don't you feel like your generation is just lazy?
Lazy? I'd say apathetic.
Isn't it the same?
No. My generation is criticized and toiled with, and I don't see why not - just turn on the TV and watch what they're feeding us. But my generation is not lazy. My generation fought in Iraq and Afghanistan. My generation fought for womens rights in a fury that hadn't been seen since the 19th Amendment. My generation got our first black President elected. My generation fought for Gay rights for the first time in American history. And with all that, we are apathetic, and that's because things aren't going to be better for us down the road. We are the first generation expected to make less than our parents. We are the first generation to see America lose its status as a super power. We've lived through the worst economic times since the Great Depression, and are forced to take out thousands of dollars in student loans at the same time, all while our college degrees slowly turn into a highschool diploma. We've done plenty, and expect nothing. So no, I wouldn't say we're lazy, just apathetic.
"They were gunning the motorcycles. There were these little backfires. There was one noise like that. I thought it was a backfire. Then next I saw Connally grabbing his arms and saying “no, no, no, no, no,” with his fist beating. Then Jack turned and I turned. All I remember was a blue-gray building up ahead. Then Jack turned back so neatly, his last expression was so neat… you know that wonderful expression he had when they’d ask him a question about one of the ten million pieces they have in a rocket, just before he’d answer. He looked puzzled, then he slumped forward. He was holding out his hand … I could see a piece of his skull coming off. It was flesh-colored, not white — he was holding out his hand … I can see this perfectly clean piece detaching itself from his head. Then he slumped in my lap, his blood and his brains were in my lap … Then Clint Hill [the Secret Service man], he loved us, he made my life so easy, he was the first man in the car … We all lay down in the car … And I kept saying, Jack, Jack, Jack, and someone was yelling “he’s dead, he’s dead.” All the ride to the hospital I kept bending over him, saying “Jack, Jack, can you hear me, I love you, Jack.”
His head was so beautiful. I tried to hold the top of his head down, maybe I could keep it in… but I knew he was dead.”
- Jacqueline Kennedy, November 29, 1963
a man types his facebook status.
"Women who participate in No Shave November will have to participate in No D December!"
fast forward days later. men everywhere get up to go to the bathroom. they pull down their pants, look down, and scream.
their penises have all vanished.
it is December 1.
No D December has begun.