>Yo, 15 year old zoomers be like:
I am young. I am growing up in a world,
where God is not only dead, but rotting.
Politics and labels have filled the void,
where my sense of community should be.
The post-modernism, that preceded my generation,
has left me in a disassembled world of noise.
I try on different worldviews like gloves,
too afraid to commit to anything.
Too afraid to commit to anyone,
too afraid to say anything.
So I mask my true feelings
through several layers of irony.
This has left all my speech meaningless.
All my actions meaningless. My entire life meaningless.
And I rail against older generations for precipitating a world of absurd pointlessness, that I now have to live in.
I am so desperate for a community of any kind,
I will latch onto any label in order to get friends.
I use these labels as a poor man’s substitute for group identity.
Even the term “zoomer” is an example of this: me, desperately clinging to a label,
in order to be associated with anything resembling a cultural movement.
Because a label, even a pointless label,
given to me by a virtue of being born,
is enough to make me feel like I have some
sense of belonging, in a disconnected world.
Zoomers good, boomers bad.
This is a comforting dichotomy.