I’m not from the U.S.A., but yes, still terrible conditions in my region and obviously internationally. My older siblings and my cousins (all older) had great childhoods in the 80s and early 90s. I was a late child. Everyone was old and everyone was busy. My parents struggled more and more economically, and my aunts kept telling me how I shouldn’t normalize what I was living, but… how? I didn’t have the maturity not to do so. I internalized a lot of sh*t. I needed healthcare, but there was not enough money or attention for that; today I live with the consequences. I guess I was sort of neglected. It’s hard for me to accept because my mom tried her best, even my dad did. I feel like I’m unthankful if I say it, but it’s a sad thing that happened even though they tried to prevent it (they just minimized it, I guess, which is nice).
I definitely don’t want a long life. Add all this fascism and dark world that’s always existed but now it’s blatant and crushing. Now I am tired. I believe the world can be better, but that much better…? It seems that we always have peaceful or abundant times that, nonetheless, brew and cement darker times. Human vices never rest, they just get in check from time to time. It’s a constant struggle against the greedy ones, the sadistic ones, etc. Of course I’m not having kids. You don’t throw more wood into a fire, as some say. And I just hope that we can collectively achieve some better times, a better period in our history. I have little faith on that (and little interest to fully participate in it once achieved because I would still be tired), but it would be nice (and fighting for it is still a duty, so here I am trying to help as much as I can).
Sorry for the oversharing. Just the perspective from a person born in the mid 90s.
I’m not from the U.S.A., but yes, still terrible conditions in my region and obviously internationally. My older siblings and my cousins (all older) had great childhoods in the 80s and early 90s. I was a late child. Everyone was old and everyone was busy. My parents struggled more and more economically, and my aunts kept telling me how I shouldn’t normalize what I was living, but… how? I didn’t have the maturity not to do so. I internalized a lot of sh*t. I needed healthcare, but there was not enough money or attention for that; today I live with the consequences. I guess I was sort of neglected. It’s hard for me to accept because my mom tried her best, even my dad did. I feel like I’m unthankful if I say it, but it’s a sad thing that happened even though they tried to prevent it (they just minimized it, I guess, which is nice).
I definitely don’t want a long life. Add all this fascism and dark world that’s always existed but now it’s blatant and crushing. Now I am tired. I believe the world can be better, but that much better…? It seems that we always have peaceful or abundant times that, nonetheless, brew and cement darker times. Human vices never rest, they just get in check from time to time. It’s a constant struggle against the greedy ones, the sadistic ones, etc. Of course I’m not having kids. You don’t throw more wood into a fire, as some say. And I just hope that we can collectively achieve some better times, a better period in our history. I have little faith on that (and little interest to fully participate in it once achieved because I would still be tired), but it would be nice (and fighting for it is still a duty, so here I am trying to help as much as I can).
Sorry for the oversharing. Just the perspective from a person born in the mid 90s.