Turtle Rock Speaker Meeting Notes

I think that the one thing that can safely be assumed about my generation is that every single member of it hates being a part of it. Every person that is of my generation annoys me. I dislike the cockey entitled attitude. The gratitude always seems to originate from something false. For some reason I just cannot get past a lot of the superficiality of my generation.

And I do not think it is because I want to be unique or something like that – I do not think that I feel some how better then or than. Rather, I think that I recognize that I have exactly the trait that I dislike in my generation. The Father hating. The sense of entitlement. The belief that anything is possible. The light heartedness. The child like glee at learning. All that stuff, that I see as character defects in all those around me, I think I have in abundance.

I also cannot spell.

I also was inspired by Bukowski.

I did not have my star wars action figures auctioned off by the IRS, but I am not sure that I believe you did either. I think that you may be telling tales to build sympathy. My generation really needs sympathy – but I am not sure that we deserve it. We are not the great generation, or the lost generation, or the free love generation. We have record labels called sympathy for the record label and that might be the key.

The ironic distancing of previous generations was a sub text to a more direct critique – we do not have anything more direct to say. And so that is it – we request sympathy for the fact that this may be all there is, when in fact that is the best news that we could possible have – the fact that everything is exactly as simple or not as it is.

Man, I lost it = for a brief moment there I thought I was close to making a realistic and profound comment on something, but instead I fade out like a bad 70’s guitar solo.