So, for the past month I’ve had a lot of time to think. That happens when you don’t work. But I’ve been thinking about how the recently shiteous economy has caused people to kind of unite. Like, before, people were all out to impress each other with their expensive clothes and fancy drinks that had names. Now, it’s perfectly normal to see Goodwill poppin’ and for a bar to be kind of busy in the middle of the afternoon. A couple weeks ago I was hanging out with my friend Ashley, and we went to get free pancakes at IHOP (International Pancake Day….duh) and then, naturally, I had the great idea to go get some beers. So we jet over to this bar and are surprised and pleased to find that we are in the company of 20+ other individuals all seeking a mid-day buzz like us. I felt like I’d discovered an underwater community filled with a species no one had ever known existed.
Being in this bar mid-day was so much better than being in it on a Friday night. Because mid-day, the only people hanging out there were those like Ashley and myself; self-respecting twenty-somethings who just happen to not have a job. Nobody was judging. Nobody was one-upping. Because we were all on the same team, man! We were on ‘Team I Ain’t Got Jack Shit To Do’ ! It occurred to me, in that mildly populated bar by the beach, while I sipped on my $3 goblet of Dos Equis, that the horizon was changing. The winds were shifting, and there was a new feeling of unity and togetherness among young people that I had never felt before. Collectively, the Generation Y’ers could put their guards down, put their fists up, and let out a resounding “HELL NO WE WON’T GO…TO WORK!”
This generation is experiencing for the first time a crossroads in their lives; we are educated, yet broke, young, eager, and willing, yet without opportunity. For each male who feels like a manchild, and for each female who is not a girl, not yet a woman, fear not, because we are taking over the world (or at least the bars) one lay-off at a time!
So, the moral of this rambling is that even in the worst of times, there is always some good that comes out of it. Like in the sixties when all those people were pissed off about the war and just wanted to get blazed and screw, the Love Revolution was born. Now, as we all are riding the unemployment train together, unsure of our final destination, pissed off that the economy got this way, we too can all stop the hate, love one another, and start our own little revolution: Make Money, Not War!
