These past couple of days, I've had time to think about how I've spent half my life in a post-9/11 world, which means I came of age in a world of constant paranoia, violence, ignorance, manipulation, and greed. Being a teenager and unable to vote, much less be taken very seriously for my political views, the only coping mechanism I had was to block myself from becoming emotionally invested in things I couldn't control. Getting mad at Bush and Cheney was as routine as going out to get the newspaper, and news reports about the war might as well have been Johnson & Johnson commercials.
It's funny that it took electing a president I actually like to get me to finally feel actual outrage. The better things get, however slow that may be, the worse the things that are wrong feel. And time will only tell if my generation will use that newfound outrage to do something productive, or will simply retreat into that numbness we learned at the next sign of real perril.
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Date: 2011-12-19 08:21 pm (UTC)It's funny that it took electing a president I actually like to get me to finally feel actual outrage. The better things get, however slow that may be, the worse the things that are wrong feel. And time will only tell if my generation will use that newfound outrage to do something productive, or will simply retreat into that numbness we learned at the next sign of real perril.