...'tis the season to grow up a little
If there's one thing I can't stomach about a good chunk of the younger generation, it's their sense of entitlement. I think it's one of society's worst plagues and I pray perspective will fix some of their privileged little behinds before reality crashes into their world and gives them a severe wake-up call.
While I was strolling around the Internet after Christmas, I found a list of "People who didn't get what they wanted for Christmas" which consisted of plethora of Twitter posts by whining brats chastising their parents for either getting them something in the wrong color, or forgetting some exorbitant item they may have had on their wish list.
I don't partake in Twitter.
I have an account, but I've probably signed into it four times, tops. I understand the point of it, I guess, I just don't have the energy to invest in it. I'm on Instagram and Facebook, so my social media plate is full, overfull most of the time, but I can't get on board with Twitter.
Which is strange, because it limits the user to 140 characters, so you would think it would be much less annoying than Facebook where people are free to write epic novels about what they had for lunch or the contents of their kid's diaper. There are no intolerable requests to play games, either.
That's neither here nor there, though.
I'd like to think, in the following in posts, that a limit of 140 characters ruled out the potential for an explanation of this kind of behavior, but I'm fairly convinced these kids are just terribly immature, as kids can be, and unforgivably ungrateful.
But I was a kid once, too. I remember thinking material things were the end-all, be-all of my universe. I don't however, remember ever being this unappreciative.
If I would have asked for a black Cabbage Patch Kid and received a white one, I would have loved it just the same and been satisfied with the gift. I probably would have even been OK if my parents just gave me a head of actual cabbage and drew eyes and a mouth on it.
I've always appreciated my parents efforts and, no matter if it was a beaded, fringed half-shirt from some island they stopped by while on a cruise (remember that one, Mom?), or something I really wanted, I have honestly always felt very blessed that they like me enough to think about me and present me with any kind of token of their love, because just the fact that they love and support me is a gift in itself (We can all take a break for an, "Awww," if you'd like).
These kids, for whatever reason, don't think like that, though.
I guess when you give up on Santa, you give in to your inner, spoiled demons and you say things like this:
- Katie tweets: "I told my dad if he got me the iPhone 4s instead of 5, I'd throw it at him. #princessprobz"
- Something called a TMM_Rook says: "I Got The 60" I Been Asking For (which I'm assuming is a television almost twice the size of mine), a PS3, Like 4 Bills (to my understanding, that's $400, not like the cable, gas, electric and phone bill), No iPhone 5 Tho... -_-" (at the end there is a emoticon showing dissatisfaction or indifference)
- Vah-larry posts: "Seriously, my parents could have given me anything else. But they got me the one thing I didn't want. An iPad.
Seriously, they should have gotten you a lump of coal and a trip to a homeless shelter or children's hospital to put into perspective what you have in comparison to what others are dealing with.
You know who had a worse Christmas than these kids?
- The families of those who were killed in Connecticut.
- The children and faculty and community members who were directly affected by that tragedy.
- The families of the firemen who were shot by the crazy man who set his place on fire.
In fact, someone who woke up Christmas morning and stubbed their toe coming out of their bedroom had a worse Christmas than these insufferably selfish souls.
In their defense, which is kind of hard for me to do, they are teenagers and most teenagers have not a clue what is up with anything outside their own little world.
Don't get me wrong, there are kids who make headlines who impress me by doing something to try to save the world, and thank God for that. But then there are kids that just don't get it, like the ones I mentioned here, and that is just sad.
I just hope they eventually get it right.
Another site I occasionally check out is Jezebel.com. It can be a little vulgar and overly feministic at times, but a lot of the contributing writers makes some really good points delivered in a very matter-of-fact way and I like that.
But a post on Christmas posed the question, "What was your worst Christmas ever?" and opened the forum for commenters to share their stories.
One woman shared hers:
"This Christmas. My fiancé and I could not agree which family to visit and wished we could just be alone. Then he developed pneumonia that morphed into an infection of the sac around his heart and we've been in the ICU since Sunday and will be here all week. I am scared and far from my family and don't feel like I have a scientific enough mind to be his advocate. I keep asking questions that confuse the doctors. I don't understand the bigger picture of what they are saying. We only became engaged in October and had visualized our lives together so many beautiful, variant ways. Now I am in a rubber reclining hospital chair that loudly tries to snap shut after thirty seconds of reclining, watching his gray face and labored breathing and trying to understand what I am supposed to be doing right now."
Nothing about an iPhone or an iPod or a 60-inch television.
It's the type of story that puts into perspective what a bad Christmas really is.
And the support shown in response to her post was really heart-warming, but one post really stuck out to me, because it was the exact juxtaposition I needed to get over my own sense of melancholy because a few factors put a damper on my own Christmas.
One commenter stated that they had only two days ago, lost everything in a fire, including her kitty cat, but she couldn't even imagine losing someone she cared about, like her husband, and that she was sending all the love she had to the woman and her fiance.
Everyone goes through their moments of self-pity; sometimes, even if it's unwarranted, it's necessary to cope with certain things. Many a time, though, someone really does have it worse, and we have no room to sulk.
At the end of the day, we're all just people in this world - hunks of meat sitting on a rock in outer space - but, as small as we are, in the grand scheme of things, we all have the opportunity to make a difference in the world and contribute something positive or the ability to make it worse by being a self-centered ingrate.
If you get the opportunity to instill that logic into the mind of any human being, at any point in their lives, and they "get it," we may just have a chance to save the human race.
(Jenna Wasakoski, a News-Item editor, is a graduate of Von Lee School of Aesthetics and is certified as a professional makeup artist.)