Millennials

another angst-filled attempt at self-awareness and social commentary. written a couple of years back

millennials are so f*****g annoying.

and yet, by some grace of a higher-being,

i am clumped into the stereotypical mold of a millennial. 

what does it even mean to be a "millennial"?

addicted to buzzfeed, instagram, snapchat?

forever attached to our iphones (or androids, but i'm judging you) ? 

losing all sense of reality,

option to reside in the dark webbings of the internet? 

well damn! i may just be a millennial. 

rocking plaid, cuffed jeans, and glass mason jar 

-- calm down, i'm reusing it -- 

filled-to-the-brim with 

over-priced, grass-fed, organic, non-GMO drink,

listening to some obscure artist

(checkout Iwan Rheon btw -- i don't expect you to know who he is)

i may just be a millennial.

take a break from the phone, 

the keyboard, 

stretch your fingers out a bit --

you don't want to get arthritis when you're older. 

but, consider, just for a moment,

you, too, are a millennial. 

Author's Note

feel free to tear this apart -- i welcome it.
the third stanza is a bit all over the place; but i didn't/don't have the attention span to fix it currently.