This generation is the epitome of sins and sorrow.  Whether we choose to acknowledge it or not, we are entering another Great Depression.  However, this Great Depression is not only of the economical sense.  We live in very sad times of distrust and malicious intent.  The honor system has deteriorated into the seeds of paranoia and hatred, which grow at an exponential rate.  Nowadays, we are unwilling to leave our bags in a public area to go to the bathroom because we are afraid that someone will steal it and in this generation, that bag would be stolen as soon as we turn our backs.

Chivalry in the “boy holds a door open for a girl” sense is not completely dead.  However, when a boy engages in a fistfight with another person for disgracing his or even his girlfriend’s honor, he now has to worry about being sued by the other person.  The concept that everyone sues each other nowadays is completely appalling.  No one has any respect.  No one has honor.  No one in this generation has courage.  Everyone in this generation has to think sensibly, but no one has logic.  I would like to recall a few lines from the movie “Liar Liar:”

“Greta: Mr. Reede, several years ago a friend of mine had a burglar on her roof, a burglar. He fell through the kitchen skylight, landed on a cutting board, on a butcher’s knife, cutting his leg. The burglar sued my friend, he sued my friend. And because of guys like you *he won*. My friend had to pay the burglar $6,000. Is that justice?
Fletcher: No!
[Greta looks pleased, but then Fletcher continues]
Fletcher: I’d have got him ten”

from(URL: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119528/quotes)

This movie was from 1997, over 10 years ago, and still, our situation has not yet improved but instead became worse.  What most level-headed children would solve with a simple game of “rock-paper-scissors,” most adults would be suing each other over today.

Sinning is within the nature of being human.  Where there are humans, there is sin.  However, it has become so prevalent today that it has become part of our culture.  Fifty percent of marriages end in divorce, a large portion of such falling to adultery.  The amount of greed has increased to a point where we have the terms “lawsuit abuse” and “insurance fraud.”  America today has been facing issues about its general demographic suffering from obesity due to the exacerbated amounts of fast food chains selling their idea of gluttony in a cheery manner.  Because of increasing amounts of superficiality being sold by Hollywood idolizing “beauty” by its certain actors, envy and self consciousness arises amongst my generation to a point where they believe the only way to be “beautiful” is if they allow themselves to be butchered by a plastic surgeon to a point where they are not themselves anymore.

There is a multitude of idiosyncrasies that our generation buys into, which I do not particularly care for at all.  Everywhere I look, I become more and more disgusted with our generation.  It has come to a point to where I have begun to think that everyone has an ulterior motive for every action they carry forth.  However, I refuse to end on a negative note.  I would still like to believe that there is still good out there; that there is still good stuck between the garbage and barbed wire we call our generation.  That glimmering light of hope is what allows me to be content with this world as I live each grueling day.  That glimmering light includes my loved ones, seeing random acts of kindness, and most of all my girlfriend, whom I love dearly.  She is who I look forward to at the end of the day, even if I do not get to see her.  It is amazing how, for me, one person is all it takes for me to traverse the trash and barbed wire with a complete smile on my face.

My first fascination with writing really sparked after I read a bunch of Manga.  Of course, they were my favorite publications because they were full of art that I loved and a great story line.  I always wanted to write a story that would let me express all of my ideas.  However, that’s where I usually had most of my problems.  I had an infinite amount of ideas, just not enough motivation.  It was to my own disbelief that I couldn’t write my ideas onto a piece of paper.  It was like trying to create a masterpiece with dry paint, just impossible.

Most of my ideas started to grow during Middle School and started to flower during my early High School years when I started to notice girls more often.  Yes, I was beginning to enter the realm of adolescent crushes, filled with unreasonable fear and jealousy.  Over the course of my years however, I didn’t exactly “like” like many people.  They were really random spurts of my hormones acting up supplemented by my eager and paranoid mind.  So there it was, my motivation to write.

It was very hard for me to talk to girls that I had a crush on while I was growing up because I had absolutely no idea what to do, even though it was the same act of talking that I would engage with any other person.  So while I was in my self-ostracized position, all I could do to express myself to other girls was through writing, such as little notes or full letters.  I had my whole idea to pull off romantic or somewhat cute gestures that would win over any girl’s heart.  However, this would not really end that well.

Valentine’s Day was approaching and I was eager to approach this girl with my romantic gesture.  I had written a letter detailing all the great things I liked about that girl as well as put a bunch of pictures I drew around it that gave her an invitation to be my Valentine for that day.  I had even went out of my way to find a particular gift, accompanied by flowers, that I had remembered that she expressed to me that she had wanted greatly but never got around to ever get it.  Once the day had arrived, I summoned up the courage to employ my work of creativity and spirit.  However, in retrospect I understood why not even literature could win over a girl, especially when we really didn’t have a hint of feelings for each other.  We were just friends.

A few months later, I was on Facebook, procrastinating on my homework and talking to random people as I began talking to a girl that was kind and funny and an overall sweetheart.  At first, we would only talk a few times a week randomly.  Then, we would stay up all night just talking to each other endlessly, while doing our respective homework assignments.  At that I had met her, she had a complicated relationship with her boyfriend which ultimately ended in a breakup when the fool had cheated on her because she had refused him sex.  I guess this is where I had started to like her more than just a friend.

The complicated thing about my new friend is that she lived pretty far away.  Nonetheless, I did not care for that matter.  There was something different about the way I felt those days.  There was something more, so I just had to tell her.  When I had expressed her my feelings towards her she was mildly surprised, because she wasn’t exactly sure about how she felt about me at that moment.  She had told me that she had to think about it because it had already been about three weeks to a month since she had broken up with her previous boyfriend.

After an arduous wait, she had confessed to me her feelings for me as well and we agreed to be boyfriend/girlfriend.  It wasn’t a conventional relationship but I was happy and so was she.  Every day we would tell each other about our days and our aspirations, and on some occasions our dreams that we would have.  If we had one of those dreams that ended abruptly, we had to make up an ending to it.  Since I frequently remember parts of my dreams, I was always forced to complete all of my dreams.  I didn’t mind but that was a lot of typing.  For fun, I wanted to see how many words were exchanged each day so I took the average of a week that was kind of slow with dreams.  We averaged over twenty-five thousand words a day each (which includes our lame smiley faces as one word as well as random hey’s and hi’s and everything back and forth).

Though her and I are not together any longer for various reasons that I would not like to state, I had grown much stronger and better coming out of that relationship.  Even my sense of writing had grown.  For eight months in that relationship, I would constantly be writing about my day or typing up a story to finish my dream.  I am not going to lie.  Though tedious, I enjoyed writing those stories.  Essentially, because she enjoyed those stories so much I enjoyed writing them, almost as if she were a muse.  However, my current girlfriend, whom I love greatly, makes me very happy as I express either my artwork, dream-telling, cooking, and a multitude of my other talents.  I do not know what I’d do without her.  Honestly, I would probably be going around doing the stupidest things ever if not for her.  I am very grateful for her.

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