Turns out I am a “Millennial” – I found this out this morning, when researching what one was, so I could right about the fact I am not one. I was wrong.
However, I misunderstood what the word meant until I looked into it. I believed millennials to be lazy with very little ambition – this is partly right, though in the strangest of ways. It’s not that we don’t have ambition, it’s that we crave that perfect work-life balance (that probably doesn’t exist) but is that so wrong? To want to work hard, enjoy life and make enough money to live that life as well?
I know that’s not what we were taught, or even what is expected of us. I for one, could never see myself working 9-5, mon-fri behind a desk for someone else. But I LOVE hard work, so I would work 7 days a week doing something I loved, or for the right cause- so that’s what I intend to do.
Anyway, back to the subject- me, the stalker. As I was sat texting, or scrolling the other day a notification came up, *someone you knew 6 years ago just posted a new photo* – so, of course, I had to see, it meant nothing, I met this person maybe twice, but I needed to see what had happened to this person who had little-to-no impact on my life. We can blame social media for this odd addiction, but is that fair, I remember my parents talking about anything and everything that had happened to the kingston’s who lived down the road and one scandal or another, the difference with social media coverage? It’s straight from the horses mouth.
My aim over the next month will be to weed through the hundreds of “friends” and start culling, if I don’t know them to start a conversation with, I don’t need them. True friends are worth their weight in gold, time to take care of them and stop wasting precious moments on those I don’t know.