The Awkward Generation
Generation "Y, I'm Awkward!"
There is a generation of people, of which I belong,
That seems to have it all right but somehow all wrong,
This is the generation they call Y, but I’ll give you an explanation
As to why I call us “The Awkward Generation”
I was born in 1986, the year of the Challenger and Chernobyl,
Still a few years before everything had to start going mobile,
When my phone was still large and attached to the wall,
And there were three or four bookstores in the mall.
My generation was born on the brink of a technological boom,
Back before there was a TV in every room.
No remotes, no cordless, no PCs, no video games,
I played in imaginary worlds made straight from my brain.
Listening to my Dad read The Hobbit every night before bed,
Now I fall asleep to the TV playing games with my head,
Sometimes I look around and I am confused,
Because I can still remember when all this was new.
I remember Nintendo, Sega, and rumors of a thing called X Box,
Meanwhile, we still treasured our time playing in dirt and with rocks.
This was before they started making gloves out of socks,
And the coolest thing was being able to talk to our diary locks.
When we wanted a movie, we rented a tape from the store,
And was amazed at the magic of Pixar being born.
I remember wanting a Teddy Ruxpin so bad for Christmas one year,
And the tackiness of the early nineties began to appear.
I remember having multiple pairs of Coolots,
And there was no such thing as Crocs,
But I had a stack full of Pogs,
And would have laughed if I heard the word blog.
All I wanted was to hear the next “Captains Log”
My generation is one that is awkward and weird,
Because our past is now archaic and our futures unclear.
The world around us has inventive new levels of fear,
And dangers that make me want to keep my kids near,
So many of us are educated and motivated but broke,
Because we’ve inherited an economy that is a joke,
And we’re not so technologically illiterate that we just don’t bother,
But now I know what it feels like to be my father,
And see the I Pad in my kindergartner’s hands
And say, now what in the hell is that?
I do know, but am just so shocked to see it,
And the things my son is already learning, I just can’t believe it.
I try to imagine what sort of things he’ll use as tools,
In place of the good old days when we used paper in school,
And sharpened our pencils by cranking away
And not seeing a computer screen all day.
The wonderful sound of typewriter keys,
I would love to have at least that one back, please.
I remember not having to worry about what was in my food,
And when having not having manners was rude,
Young people and kids feel entitled these days,
Thinking someone will clean after them and just accept their ways,
Falling off curbs because they are sending text after text,
And why their pants have to be so low leaves me perplexed.
Five hundred channels, Facebook and I Phones,
I remember getting cassette tapes on loan,
When I would go to the library, my favorite place on Earth,
This was before personal computers really emerged.
And when they did come, we played Oregon Trail,
And used internet connection that was slower than snails,
And our Zach Morris cell phones weighed a ton,
And making our own mix tapes was so much fun.
I still listened to radio programs and the dying rock and roll,
I still had high hopes I would see the Raiders win a Super Bowl,
But like all great legacies, things must come to an end,
I must come to accept all of the latest trends,
And if anyone is like me, sometimes I say, why, I’m awkward!
Because sometimes I just want to go backward,
Its too hard to try to keep up with all this new stuff,
Pretending I know so the kids don’t call my bluff,
Because they would laugh if they saw us back in the day,
Because we could spend hours playing with just clay,
And there was no On Demand or touch screen or Blu Ray
And we had barely begun to dream of things being this way.
Now it’s a struggle to hold onto a little bit of the past
While trying to keep up with the world that’s moving so fast.