Never thought we’d get here, middle age! Yet, on the bright side of things, we should have little to worry about. After all, we’ve lived a good life. There were few threats of domestic terrorism. In the eighties and seventies, every now and again, a hostage situation. Problems with the Reds. The Berlin wall needed to be redecorated. Usually we didn’t sweat the small stuff. Doomsday did not lurk around the corner as it does today.
Makes some of us wonder though, long after we are gone or well on our way of being gone-Are the Kids Really Alright?
Do they have any knowledgeable sense of what is going on?
Well, according to two twenty somethings that happened across my path: No, not really. And, they don’t really care!
Late at night there is little for a high strung struggling writer to do than harass a friend. A friend who happens to be twenty and happens to not believe in sleep.
Nikki Daniels, born and breed, New Hampshire style, was and is an above par sparring partner when it comes to the ways of the world.
Is there a concern to her about doomsday? Destruction of epic proportions? Nope! If if happens it happens, the world according to Nikki.
What of how and where and who? What will bring down the mighty?
“We caused our own shit!” quote/unquote, Nikki sparred.
How about God?
Again, the answer was a blatant, who cares? ” Do people really believe in such bullshit?”
The list goes on and on. Nikki in her infinite wisdom knows of the world’s decay. How our collective consciousness had been rotting from the inside out long before she had been born.
I suppose I could have stayed on track. Stuck to the matters at hand. However, one research subject does not makes for a good study.
Fortunately, Nikki comes with another twenty something friend.
In walks the likes of one Annie Couvillion. Born, raised, baptized and disillusioned in the great state of New Hampshire.
“Gee, Annie, do you care? Do you know what happened in Libya last week? Is there an afterlife? Heaven, hell and all that good stuff?”
“I just figured I’ll die young anyway.” states Ms. Couvillion.
Is this scarey or what? Is this the actual Convenience generation that the prophets speak of? Is everything a matter of immediate gratification? Sure as a bear shits in the woods, this generation just does not care. Here today and gone tomorrow. Live life to it’s fullest. Free love. Assume you’ll be left with nothing and you can only go up from there.
I must admit I had found myself in awe of this Convenient Generation. Upset that no one seemed to care. Disturbed by the lack of cynicism. I guess that happens to all of us forty somethings.
Possibly, though, we are all missing the last piece of the puzzle.
Nikki and Annie do care. They care enough to learn. They believe enough to find themselves improving this world by just being in it with their innocence and freedom. Could we learn from the twenty somethings and their take on doomsday?
Sure as the Pope never misses confession. Just for one day wouldn’t it be nice to not care about Global Warming, Polar Ice Caps melting. Violence on the streets of cities with names we can not pronounce. Downtown, New Hampshire gone and replaced by the homeless. Misery in the knowledge that we have left this world a much more jaded place for our young adults then how we first received this world. Twenty years ago, as twenty somethings.
And more importantly, after all is said and done and doomsday has been discussed amongst the adults. These young adults won’t think less of us for feeling so disrupted but don’t expect them to care.