I woke up early this morning because my father texted me. That’s right, my father. My mother does it every once in a while too. I’m not too comfortable with this little bit of information. I mean, I thought parents didn’t know how to use technology. Now granted, it is just a testament to the fact that I’m a good teacher. I was the one who sat them down (separately, of course. They hate each other with a fiery passion.) and taught them how to use their phones, computers, dvd players, sound systems, etc.

And, let me tell you, I’m not even that good at it. So, when was it that our generation’s differentiation became a bridged gap? I was sitting in class, analyzing a poem (it’s what you do as an English major. I can’t imagine why anyone would choose a real degree ever.), and we started talking about a specific poem that was touching on how the previous generation always envies the newest generation. But, as was brought up in class, there is nothing to envy of our generation. We living in a technologically savvy world, but we are disconnected from everyone around us. We have all the comforts we could ask for (at least in this country) but we are riddled with mental disease and disorder in extreme quantities. How is it that the “Age of Information” has become the “Age of Depression”?

Now, of course, there are certain things that we have that our parents didn’t. Like, internet. And cell phones, digital cable, dvds, cds… anybody else notice a trend? They got free love, LSD, birth control, and a war they wanted to fight for. We got a bunch of gadgets that force us even further away from human contact. I don’t really see the logic there. I think, somewhere along the lines, we got fucked. And saying that, I know that the generation after me will probably be even more fucked than I am. They won’t know what it’s like to go play outside with their friends, because they’ll be too busy playing with their game systems and high-tech toys. I at least got the luxury of being able to run around as a child, using my imagination, stopping to smell the Lily of the Valley (no pun intended… I was just a very silly child. Lily of the Valley are my favorite flowers though. Heads up.) and having a grand ol’ time without a care in the world. With every kid on Ritalin, Adderall, Prozac, and more, it’s no wonder that kids just sit in their rooms all day, playing Halo on a PS3. They don’t know what else to do, since they’re pretty much high all the time.

Of course, I can’t talk. I’m on drugs too. But thats my choice. And I feel bad for these kids who wander around like zombies because their overbearing parents are unable to handle them without doping them up.

So, maybe that’s the problem with this and the next generation: bad parenting. And, I have a way to stop the cycle…

Sterilize. Everyone.

Hey, it could work.