Why our generation is messed up

Our generation is messed up! Yes, it is so freaking messed up…Anyone who is born in the 90s has not a perfect life..NONE!…don’t be deceived by social media.

See, almost 80% of us born in the 90s have gone through a lot of daddy-mummy issues. Some of them are divorced and eventually remarried, so we end up having more than three homes. That home where daddy cribs with his new wife (call her a mistress), that of mummy where she cribs with her new found hubby (whom she probably thinks makes her more happy than daddy) and that crib that was abandoned by both parents and it’s only the kids who stay innit. Most may not have divorced but are not talking…it’s more like two adults living under the same roof but act like strangers. They don’t talk and if they want to, they use us, the children, to communicate or prolly send chits.

So we find solace in social media. We find a lot of self importance in becoming “demi-gods” of a particular social network….It could be Twitter, Facebook or even a WhatsApp group. We have fun, a whole lot of fun on social media; curving  and/or flirting with our followers in the DMs but when we log out, reality hits us real hard. Mummy and daddy ain’t talking- when they do, they are quarreling and yelling at each other. Hurling all sorts of insults at each other like they’ve never been in love before (and btw they’re doing all these in front of us, the children). So slowly, we find people who accord us most of their time on social media. They make us smile, laugh, and feel loved. We eventually get attached to our smartphones more than our family- slowly, this turns into addiction.

So really, why would you blame a girl who weighs how much she’s loved according to the number of Instagram likes on her photos, or followers and Retweets on Twitter? Numbers on social media, in our generation, surpass just mere happiness.

You’ve had a lot of chaps saying they prefer hostel to home; make no mistake, it is not because of curfew, no, but because of the circumstances back home- the bitterness that’s engulfed in their parents’ marriage.

No one is talk to us, the people (our parents) who’re ought to talk to us; people we are supposed to open up to, are busy fighting each other, running up and about for divorce papers.

Aren’t we a messed up generation? A few will relate!