I love my friends
I’m waiting for the Occupy movement to become a big enough deal when people will
a. jump on board with it because all their friends are supporting it and it’s a cool thing to do.
or
b. openly criticize it because “everyone is making a big deal out of it” and “it’s not even gonna go anywhere” = shun it because they didn’t get behind soon enough to look cool.
I joined immediately because for years I’ve hated the idea of my generation going down in history as being the ambivalent-texting-whatever’s. I’ve watched year by year as we plug ourselves deeper into our internet lives, our laptops, cellphones and tv’s and grow further away from each other. And when I thought things were going to continue the way they were, this movement smashed up through the layer of ice, breaking the silence using the social networking tools I thought were distracting us from life as their megaphone. Their way of uniting us.
This movement has already changed me. It’s given me hope. That my generation isn’t dead inside. That we still have the fire that decades before us had. It’s given me a chance to push for change and help people way worse off than me.
It’s a real fucking pity though… I honestly thought more of my friends who supposedly care about their rights and the future of this country and all the injustice they see happening to the middle class and below would have stepped up right away to be a part of this movement, one the likes this generation has never seen. I joined with the hope that maybe this generation isn’t completely dead. I see now that I wasn’t too far off. There are still plenty aloofs, critics, and cynics already beginning to hack away at this movements momentum, criticizing it from a safe distance without the guts to actually participate. I just didn’t think I would know so many.
I’m not giving up. And I’m not numb to the hardships the majority of the country is enduring right now. I realize I am privileged to even be in a position where I can fight for people who have way less than I do. And if this is the only chance I get in my life, the only time my generation will shake themselves awake momentarily to break up the system before returning to their digital comas, then I’m all in.
“You ain’t ever gonna burn my heart out”
who’s on my team.
who’s on your team?
“No one”, she said. “but it’s ok now”.
We go on alone. On and on and on.
“they said we’ll throw far, but they don’t know how far we’ll throw”.
On your own,
You can not call me your all
Jack of all trades
Master of none
Cry all the time
Cause I’m not having fun
