This Generation Scares Me

I should have been born in 1987. I feel like I am mentally there. I really can’t keep up with what’s trending, the viral videos, the memes, the socially incepted traditions and everything else out there.

Just this Mother’s Day.
All I could see on WhatsApp statuses, Snapstories and Insta stories of this GenY with their moms. Must say, some of the photos were really cute. But I never understood the fatal attraction of posting my love and affection on social media. I don’t understand how others do it. Especially when they have their moms blocked on WhatsApp statuses, and are just beginning to get a hang of Facebook. Instagram is a long road ahead for your mother, but well, they might just post about it.

Memes?
I still don’t understand why the grape needed surgery. And I don’t understand why it’s funny either. But I still fake a smile emoji. 😂

Posts about feelings

About your best friend, your boyfriend, your loneliness.
I wasn’t really thinking about it till your post planted it in my head. And now that’s all I can think about. And that’s why it goes up on my feed and story.

I never do this. I just stare, read, and move on. Just like you should.
If you weren’t thinking about it before, you shouldn’t either. If it wasn’t in your head before, it shouldn’t be there now.

I do not feel the need for my feelings to be validated by a words written in a fancy font against a navy blue background.

What this generation feels, doesn’t compel me enough. And that’s why it scares me. Because I know I don’t belong.