Who is Gen Y? Combing through my closet of pre-teen and adolescent things in my closet inspired me to think about who we are as a generation. The “Me” generation. The kids who grew up on Gameboys, but didn’t really experience Barney (he came out when I was too old for him). We didn’t have cell phones in middle school, but we experienced the beginnings of caller ID and second home phone lines. We used AOL and remember dial-up connections. We lived in a world before Starbucks existed (so deprived by today’s standards).
I asked my two close friends what our generation means to them. We compiled the above list, but, most importantly, we talked about what our children’s lives would be like. Would they get cell phones in elementary school? Will they never learn how to write in cursive? Since they will be born into a world completely dependent on electronics and computers, can they unplug from it all and truly enjoy the silence? Could they just sit and do nothing?
I originally wanted to write a post on how Gen-Y’s are noncommital and how we are too plugged in (multi-tasking?) for our own good. How we tend to use the “I’ll call you later” statement and don’t follow through. How we can spend hours on the computer but struggle to spend hours talking to our grandparents in person.
But I had so much trouble writing this post. I seriously spent about 1-2 weeks figuring out what angle I would take, how to write this. When I asked my close friends, I got a few answers, but it seems like even Gen Y’s have trouble defining ourselves.
Maybe we are “gonna do it later,” like everything else.