I’m not old, in the scheme of things. At 26, many would argue that I’m actually still quite young. But a lot of the time lately, I’ve really felt as if my age is vastly older, not because of myself but because of my encounters with the people younger than me.
There’s something I have noticed about the “young people” of today. And when I say young people, in this case I am talking about anyone 22 or younger. Because the encounters I’ve had with people who fall into that age bracket have left me wondering how they can be so far removed from me, when there’s only a couple of years separating us in age.
Several times in the last few weeks I have had conversations with young people, and have been told outright that they don’t want to work. There’s nothing all that uncommon about not wanting to work for a living – hell, that’s pretty much the entire reason I buy a lottery ticket every week! The difference between me and many of the people I’ve spoken to in recent weeks, is that I go to work to do my job and these guys do the absolute bare minimum required to keep a ten hour a week job because anything more is “too hard”. One guy I was talking to a couple of weeks ago told me he quit his last job because making coffees was “too much effort” and I was astounded, not only that he openly admitted it, but that he expected me to agree with him and sympathise.
At what point did young people get so entitled as to expect a 6 figure salary without having to work for it? Too many people I know refuse to accept lower level jobs because they think they deserve to just walk into cushy, high paying jobs with little to no effort. They think working 9-5 is beneath them. Yes, I completely agree that working for eight dollars an hour is ridiculous in this day and age, and I wouldn’t accept a job that paid less than minimum wage either. But to expect to get paid a King’s sum for doing a jesters job is ignorant, and entitled.
But it’s not just their unwillingness to work. I look at younger people who come into the shopping centre where I work, and the arrogance and attitude that they bring with them makes me want to throw some punches. On more than one occasion in the last couple of months, I have been subjected to smart mouths and condescending attitudes from kids still in school uniforms. Nothing raises my ire quite like sarcastic teens who assume they’re smarter than me. Trying to prove that you’re an adult, whilst acting like a petulant 12 year old is not going to win you the respect y’all so desperately crave (all whilst trying to pretend like you’ve too bitter and jaded to care about anything!). Yes, I like hearing kids speak their minds and engage in intelligent debates, if they have something to bring to the table. But if all they can contribute is smartass comments, then I am quick to lose interest.
I realise that I sound exactly like a cranky, prematurely old person complaining about the “insufferable youth of today”. Pretty soon I’ll be holed up with fifteen cats, and screaming for people to get off my lawn. Watch out, folks. The Wrinkle Rage is imminent.