• TimeSquirrel@kbin.social
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        There’s only like, five or six alive right now. There’s the Baby Boomers (our parents, because most of our grandparents have died off by now), there’s the one after us, the Zoomers, which are Gen-X’s kids. Gen-X is the one that came right before us. You and me are Millennials, I’m 40. We came into adulthood in or around the year 2000. Our kids are mostly gen Alpha. The first generation born entirely within the 21st century and have never known a world that wasn’t fully connected 24/7.

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          While that can be well and true now, I had been called before Gen.X then Gen. MTV, there was a time when we were the screwed generation (with similar adjectives to it), then millennials (I was already working though before Y2K, and recently I heard someone refer to FPS from my teen years as a “boomer shooter”.

          I’ve been through more generation changes than a dragonball character.

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            Same. For years, it seemed, when that concept was introduced to me, I recall being Generation X. Then I’d hear “No, no, we’re Generation Y.” Then somehow I was a Millennial. I don’t know what I am anymore. I’m clinging to the original Generation X, if I have to have a label. It sounds cooler.

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        I see you learned the arcane AT commands to keep the modem from screeching when you connected to the internet.

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        Or to look your crush up in the phone book after working up the courage for ages. Call, heart-racing. Parent answers. Ask for the girl. They yell across the house. One year later. “Hello?”

        “Hey, it’s me, ivanafterall.”

        “Who?”

        Classic rite of passage, am I right, guys!? We’ve all been there!