Generational Gaps in Thought

INTRODUCTION
     What can be said about generations that hasn’t already been made up, through random samples, by people who lack a degree in any science, never mind sociology? That is what we’re going to attempt to explore in this essay by doing some real analysis and sorting the chaff from the wheat from someone who has actually attended college and knows how sociology works.

WHAT IS A GENERATION
     A generation is defined as a period of twenty years of child births that result in some level of alleged similarity between human beings belonging to this arbitrary system that makes little more sense than the bullshit astrogeology or religion that morons tend to buy into. The idea behind a generation, besides time of birth, is apparently the way of the world at the time someone is born. You know, much like how mars in retrograde impacts gullible people and lunatics use the full moon to blame for their actions or even how some idiots think your magical body energy feels like another generation entirely, unlike Rainman, these people are not idiot savants, they’re just dull. These are the two major things that we’re going to look at and put into perspective in regards to those born into these generations and also what is and isn’t nature vs nurture.


FUCK YEAH, SCIENCE BITCH

     It is important to remember that no one cared about generations prior to the baby boomers and that was important to keep track of in regards to social security, whilst Gen X was only slightly monitored by the government, but with little to care about. Mostly this bullshit comes from marketers looking to make sales and helplessly inept people who don’t understand individual people’s psychology, so they hop on the internet and read the first douchenozzle that created a post, confirming their bias and accepted it as fact. If you don’t match their mold, they suffer sever cognitive dissonance and cannot reason why you are the exception, so it is important to note that most idiots giving a fuck about this shit are predominately sensing types in the MBTI, except they don’t accept the MBTI as a fact, since it is theory and a lot of Sensing types despise theory. Instead, they like to go on personal experience, which one does not inviolate. Sadly for them, we’re what you call intellects and that means personal anecdotal evidence doesn’t count as fact. Now, if there was a way to quantify these things as truths, we could start to consider them as potentially having merit. One should not consider anecdotal the same as observational. Observational is that which is discernible by anyone within the world, it isn’t limited to just one person’s experience. The thing with these sensors is that, their precious experience they’re drawing upon, besides being the hallmark of a giant cuckholded racist prick, is that it lacks falsifiability. Science looks for falsifiability in regards to that which it considers in regards to hypothi. An example of falsifiability is all apples are green. Even if all observable apples are indeed green, it cannot be 100% true that there isn’t red apples.

GENERATIONS II-ELECTRIC BOOGALOU
     We’re going to be discussing three primary generations, whilst temporarily leaving Gen Z out of this, as we will get to them by the end of the article. Right now, we’re dealing with Baby Boomer, Generation X and Millennials, the three generations with the most “adults” within the workforce.

     What years are these generations born into? Good fucking question, because no one has any real data that makes sense in order for it to be a valid truth hood. Let us look at the book, generations, that claimed to have started it all and then extrapolate to that, with the common and more accepted answers that are mindlessly floating all over the internet.

     Generations defined Boomers as 1943-1960, Gen X as 1961-1981 and Millennials as 1982-2004. This may seem different from the years you’re used to, since, much like religion, any asshole with an internet connection and an opinion can hop on, write an article at a 4th grade level, back it up with no real data and have it become easily accepted by the masses who eat this claptrap up. In other words, every idiot thinks they’re an expert, much to the chagrin of those of us who have actually put effort into studying. More common versions of the age ranges put Boomers up to 1964, Gen X from 1966-1982 and Millennials from 1983 until about 1996 or so. These age ranges are easier to work with then the book generations, which is a fantastic work of fiction, with its only equal being L.Ron Hubbard’s Dianetics.

     Here is a venn diagram of generations with overlaps between them and the same tropes they used over and over again, in regards to the generations:

Venn Diagram

     As you can see, a lot of these are easily due to personality types as opposed to rearing. How does independent thinking come about through rearing alone? How about herd mentality? What type of parent would force their child to be a sheep? While some attribute the school system for attempting to force herd think on the child, clearly from one look on the internet, there are plenty of millennials thinking independently. This is falsifiability in action and because we cannot be sure of any one individual’s upbringing, the only conclusion we can draw from the “evidence” is that either the person was born this way or learned the behavior. If they’re born this way, it is most likely from personality type. For instance, the Gen X personality type is made of four different intuitive on the Myers-Brigg’s with the remainder of Millennials being akin to sensing types. Raring would have very little to do with these traits as they would, without a doubt, have been innate in the individual from birth. Albeit, the MBTI is really more of a system, then a collection of traits, but I do think, the system impacts some traits, but can be altered of course. Sensors do not tend to be comfortable with theory, but some can understand it well. This isn’t really a paradox, since a sensors system, combined with say, a higher intelligence, may confer such ability on the personality. No one really bothered to factor in the personality types in regards to generational discrepancy and I think that plays a major problem in regards to how and why people seem to have overlap and confliction in regards to discussion on the individuals that are sampled.

THE GIST OF IT
     Now that we have that out of the way, we need to get into the crux of my article, which is, the MBTI is ultimately responsible for the generational discrepancies and the generations should be turned into personality types and dispense with the rearing bullshit, since very little is discernible from the untrained person, in regards to a person’s background.

     Hitherto, we’ve had only someone’s personal testimony to relay on from a second hand source. In other words, no one has bother to check the veracity of the claims in regards to the sampling of people that took part in nonexistent studies. These have never been the backbone of science, nor have they ever contributed to anything outside of the odd whack job article, riddled with typos, written at a 4th grade level and slapped onto the internet with little thought put into the implications of such. Now we have a deeper understanding of how science should work in regards to these types of hypothi, but not a single one on the internet hold ups to snuff. Much like fake news is now abhorrent, we should also look at pseudo-science the same way and extirpate that from our lives as well. If you choose to indulge yourself in such piffle, that is up to you, but do not expect everyone to be peachy keen on your ignorance, nor should it be accepted enmass. Just because you’re unable to think critically, doesn’t mean everyone is like yourself. Solipsism plays a small factor in such atrocities against the thinking mindset and colleges really need to do back to teaching critical thinking, but I digress.

     Furthermore, we should demand more from studies if they’re going to claim to be such and ask for and demand more of these people evidence. I was able to, in less than 10 pages, showcase everything wrong with generational bullshit, but these people cannot even add real data to supplement their experience? The generational gaps being reworked to become personality types as opposed to years of birth, as it would make a lot more sense and even help within the workforce. Not everyone needs to be told what to do and some people work better in groups, these are traits that we can observe, but cannot really have much to do with upbringing and while we cannot always appreciate the nuance in the differences between us, we need to learn to accept them as parts of a system and genetic as opposed to things that can be changed. A tiger cannot change his stripes, nor can the thinker repress their thoughts.

     Now, I turn my sights to Gen Z, whom are just really getting into adulthood, I don’t know shit from shinola about how they were raised and minus the few dullards on the internet eating tide pods, they are all different individuals and should be seen as such. They are a group of people, made up of different backgrounds, different personality types. Some match the core experience, some are outliers who don’t fit the mold. Some of them are young right now and some are mentally old. Regardless of the pattern, let us learn from our past mistakes and correct course while we can, because our future depends on these kids being heard and given an opportunity to shine and the only way to do that is give them a hand up, because they seem to have quite a hand on what is going on and an ability to bring that message to the world, let us give them the chance no one was willing to give the other generations and hear them out whilst wishing them luck, so they won’t be stuck betwixt a rock and a hard place in their adulthood!

Blood Bond

From my pen flows the music of the heart
Red like my blood
Dipped back into my vessel of life so I may create
The muse has come again rapping at my vital organ
Filling me with compulsion to stain the page again
I slit my figurative wrist so that my life force stains
The bleached parchment of a dead tree, with everlasting life, renewed
My words avenge thee so you have not died in vain
What my words cannot mend, may it instead act as artificial limb
Giving balance to your pain
The sorrow of your long lost brothers and sisters, reflected in the anguished scream of your empty page, now give my pen eternal life!
Our blood ritual bonds us as one, signed with a sacrament of bearing ones soul
Once my life has come to cease, buried in my whole.
My body shall decomposed from which a sibling can grow full
The brother shall stand tall until his pride causes him to be deceased
And another similar to me, shall use his sacrifice to come into being

Life on the Inside

The daily drudgery leaves me mentally castigated
I walk down the empty corridor alone, seeking more
Other prisoners pass me, vacuous automatons just getting by
A commotion stirs and the guards go by
Who will be removed from general populous now?
Time slowly fades into oblivion, I’m aged, greying
My youth escaping like grains within an hour glass
The only thing I’m a grandpa of is isolation
Confined to my cell, my life has lost all comfort
I work for nothing and have nothing to give
The food is nothing to write home about, blandness cardboard ad naseum
I imbibe the words of Shakespeare
So oft have I invoked thee for my muse
I will never replace all that I have lost
Precious moments of a youth gone array
What could I have done differently? Where did it all go wrong?
The sound of the clock is Deathining
Like the reapers scythe slowly ticking down to my execution
I walk the long, grey hallway back to my cell
To have a daily meditation before bed
The thoughts pour into my mind
Racing around like a stock car
I recite a prayer for those like me
In hopes they find the absolution that may never come
My head touches the coldness of the pillow
A precursor to my eventual grave stone
I tighten my eyes and pull my legs in tight
Waiting for the day
Should I be fortunate to wake
And see another day
I’ll be thankful I’m a prisoner of the outside
With another chance to be

Cosmic Soul

Full Poem Cosmic Soul
Cosmic Soul

The moon penumbra, in inferiority hides
Yet the beauty of thous smile causes the robust harvest shine

The sun is replenished, whenever thou steps outside
you cause the green grass to grow, whilst the weed recede and hide.

The clouds doth weep with thou, when thou art in pain
The mirror cracks in jealously, when thou art being vain

Thy desire to part tulips, doth naught compare to thee
be still thy beating heart, driver of thous insanity

Thou is akin to the fresh fallen snow, that the sun doth naught melt
tucked yonder through the clearing whence the tulips thus wilt

Sadness chained within thy mind, unbearable to beat
as thou layeth in a puddle before thee, in triumph and defeat

The recess in thy loins, doth naught express temerity
for the heart draw it back to thee in repair of its lost virginity

The fiery roja hue of the leave post bloom, follows nature law
yet they doth naught dwindle to the ground because thy art dead
but because they art in awe

Now we cometh unto the end, what more could thou say?
thy words wilst live into perpetuity, well surpassed my grave

As my body doth decay, lain within the hole
the world wilst know of thy beauty and thous cosmic soul

What Giving Up TV and Video Games for 7 years, taught me.

     The year is 2011, I’m twenty-five years old and I am absolutely sick and tired of media and consuming it. Every other movie is a remake, every other video game is a sequel or update and television is filled with even worse television than some of the stuff I imbibed as a child growing up in the 1990’s. What is a person to do when you’re bored with the same claptrap day in, day out, year after year? You give it all up and see what happens.

     First, lets put it all out there so that we know what led into this, since it wasn’t just waking up one day and quitting. The last video game I chose to play was Modern Warfare 2, I bought a used copy of Skyrim in 2013 and beta tested The Elder Scrolls online. Before Modern Warfare 2, I had bought was MLB 2k6 in 2007, when I was 21. I finished Elder Scrolls 4 in 2011, five years after it was released, one winter, whilst having a few beers. I rented Ghostbusters: The Video Game and loved it! Gears of War was also the last series I found intriguing.

     These are all major gaps in my video game history, as an adult. So already, as I was getting older, I was moving away from video games as they were just a waste of time, constantly the same thing they yielded nothing in return. Basically, video games were a slightly healthier version of cigarettes.

     Next came television, which started at about 20. I never watched much past 18 and when I did, it was Monday Night Raw or Smackdown as well as the news. I watched the first season of Lost in 2004 and said screw this, it wasn’t good enough to keep me watching. Part of that was the poorly done, lack of tying up loose ends at the end of the season. I tried the first season of The Walking Dead and said the same thing, for similar reasons. I did find myself enjoying How I Met your Mother, but little else that I hadn’t already liked as a child or teenager.

     Movies, the last one I saw prior to Star Wars The Force Awakens was the remake of A Nightmare on Elm St , before that, The Dark Knight, Toy Story 1 and 2 3D and Friday the 13th remake, Clerks 2, Superman Returns preceded by Revenge of the Sith.

     As you can see, my desire to consume media was waning and the older I got, the more it thinned out into a watery clearness, like a glass of wine. So it wasn’t like I just got sick and tired one day, it was a long journey and the build up to freedom.

     First thing, I went back to writing a lot more like when I was a child and teenager. I quadrupled my book buys and had a lot more to discover new enjoyment. I exercised, gain weight, lost weight, gained again and lost again, and will lose weight one more time. I rode my bike again, something I hadn’t been able to do since I was a child, since we lived in areas were doing so was tough. I ended up giving my bike to a homeless man, who needed it to get to and from work and he thanked me with a hug. I brushed up my skills on middle school Spanish and learned German as well. I’m currently planning to learn three more at the very least, plus sign language. I finished multiple novels and Pre-Crime, as well as starting Bestinyourgirl.com, along with exercising my right to dissent against local politicians and making their lives an outright living hell, for their ineptitude.

     I accidentally started smoking in 2011 around the same time and actually drinking, but those are going to be easy to extirpate from my life. Well, maybe not booze entirely, but cigarettes, absolutely. Life has been really, really good in what I have been able to accomplish in such a short amount of time, within the last seven years.

     I have since decided to give some entertainment a try, after a long time away, but I don’t miss it and I am very selective on what I am willing to waste my time on. I rarely watch Netflix, but will visit the movies, I play some games from my youth, but could see myself adopting Virtual Reality games when they get more honed and I don’t think I will bother much with traditional television ever again.

     I think the journey was one of the more interesting undertakings I have ever done and would do so again in a heartbeat. You can learn so much more about yourself and I always favored a more active style in what I do as opposed to passively sitting there watching one more crap movie, one more crap show, play one more crap video game just to not even have the energy to review it, because it sucked your soul out, like a dementor at Hogwarts.

     I’m not saying what I did was right for everyone, but if you’re so inclined to give it a go, I would highly recommend it, as I think you’ll find so much more pleasure away from the mindless monotony of zombified entertainment.

Kageoween: I’m Not a Serial Killer by Dan Wells

INTRODUCTION
     What you get when you cross Goosebumps with Dexter? You get Dan Well’s I’m Not a Serial Killer.

     You may have heard of this book, a movie was made back in 2016, staring Christopher Lloyd. It was an independent film and currently watchable on Youtube for 2.99 if you want to give it a go. I haven’t seen it yet and probably won’t, because of this book.

     For better or worse, here we go…

STORY
     A young man is haunted and tormented by his thoughts of being a serial killer, his parents are split up, his sister is living her life, he is a pariah, he has one friend, he is obsessed with serial killers and he is friends with a kindly old couple. Everything is mostly normal in John Wayne Cleaver’s world, minus the fact that a serial killer is on the loose!

CHARACTERS
     The characters are a lot shallower than an actual psychopath, let me just say that.

     John Cleaver, because I refuse to say his full banal name, is the most developed character of them all, but still a shallow puddle of a character. I could identify with some of his personality, because I enjoyed horror growing up, I wrote horror growing up and also read a lot about serial killers myself. I also was a fan of Marilyn Manson, among other out there musicians, I loved the Undertaker as a wrestler, I had toy caskets and I absolutely loved villains like Freddy Kruger, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Darth Vader, The Emperor, Lex Luthor and also Hannibal Lector, the reason I got into psychology to begin with, as some of my personal favorites. My parents never ran a funeral home, though. Yes, the idea does tend to occur to you, with all the love for the macabre that one isn’t quite right in the head and you might be very strange human indeed. I mean, who watches the opening scene to Children of The Corn and wants to see more? I did, but that’s beside the point. Regardless, John Cleaver is more than normal, he just obsesses over small things like being a killer because he is an INFJ or possibly an autistic, not because he is a killer, because a serial killer wouldn’t care if he or she was one. You could argue he is an unreliable narrator, I mean, it is 2017 America within the book and the damn town has payphones. Regardless, if he is supposed to be interesting, he could struggle a bit more with right and wrong and the plight of possibility, this doesn’t even scratch the surface. I know because I’ve created stories like this, which has infinity more depth than Dan Wells has created.

     The Mom is the second best developed character who apparently is an empath, albeit, expressed piss poorly. She cares about her kids but cannot understand the weirdness with John. She causes a lot of fights and we get to understand some of the rest from John’s exposition. How much of that is trustful when he is running around saying he is a serial killer, is beyond me, though.

     That is pretty much it for developed characters. Other barley worthwhile to note characters are the aunt, sister, his friend who uses 90’s slang in 2017, his love interest, The obvious Serial Killer, who is obvious and his elderly neighbors. Oh yeah, and his shitty psychologist that diagnosis John wrong and doesn’t seem like a real psychologist.

PROSE
     Barebones, wonky and uneven throughout the whole book. Most the book is built developing his character and not well, over building suspense Dan really shows a talent for not knowing what he is doing here. He describes no one. I first thought, maybe that is showing he is devoid of a personal bent, but nope, he can describe hair and clothes piss poorly and doesn’t care to develop other characters through showing. Clearly Dan isn’t a people person and that is fine, but could you at least be inductive enough to realize that and make up for it? I used to write a similar style, but mine was because I knew that the audience, was most likely going to come up with their own version anyways, so let them. I do my best not to do that now a days and I think Dan should learn to as well, since we don’t need group of people, looking like they walked out of Pink Floyd’s The Wall.

     Never mind the fact it has awkward segways, no tension until the end, right up to a piss poor “climax”

SUBTEXT
     There isn’t any in this book outside of what it is like to live with autism, since John, regardless of his semi typical nature, seems to have a lot of the hallmarks of an autistic.

CONCLUSION
     This book seems like it was written in the 1990’s and was shelved or shopped around until it was published in 2010, when Dan finally found a blind editor, or was able to bypass one, and push this book through. The fact is, it is highly dated and this book doesn’t work in a post columbine world. This kid could and would have been red flagged anytime pass 1999. Just look at what happened to Parkland, a weird kid shot up his school, but he was red flagged innumerable times, the FBI was just too inept to take the kids threat seriously, yet Dan’s character just waltzes around, sending up “signals”, whilst everyone around acts as if their fucks have taken the day off. Factor in the aspect of it being derivative of other, better, more successful works and it makes this book seem even weaker in comparison.

     Still, the best thing I could say about this is that it reminded me of all those, in some cases bad, young adult books I used to read back in the day, like Goosebumps or Fear Street and for that, I will give it an extra star, but the rest of it isn’t worth the time and effort.

     If you want a nostalgia pop, this is right for you, no matter how badly. If you want a good book, skip this!

     2 ½ out of 5 stars