The people who are obsessively tracking a package when they already know when it's coming are the same people who party in my building's hallway at 3am on a weeknight because they think they still live in a dorm. They're the people who yammer on their phone at full volume for the duration of a 2 hour train ride. They're the people who cut you off in traffic so they can get to the red light first.
They're entitled and demanding. They were raised by post modern hippie/yuppies to think that every word out of their mouth was golden and special. Mommy and Daddy never told them no. Their every want is valid. Their every desire deserves fulfillment. They want what they want, they deserve what they want, and they want it all NOW. With a cupcake.
And because they CAN do something with the aid of technology, they MUST do it with the aid of technology. Their every word is tweetable. Their every meal Foursquarable. Yelpable. Facebookable. Their every inhalation, exhalation and defecation must be blogged, reblogged, tracked back and added to Pintrest. And if one tiny little minute detail of their bland chain food eating, GAPBANANANAVY wearing lives goes unheralded, unnoticed, untracked, or unliked, they call customer service and complain, gnash their teeth, chew their manicures, and stomp around until they are noticed. And if you make fun of their speshul wittle feewings, you are mean spirited and arrogant.
We live in a world of funemployed kiddult BRATS. We can't stop them. All we can do is laugh. They definitely deserve at least that.
I almost gave you the benefit of the doubt. And then I read this.
I don't drink and party at ANY time of the day, I am always respectful of the people around me (I hate loud people on their phones just as much as you do!), and I always make sure that I am a patient and cautious driver no matter how much I may be in a rush- I understand that I am driving an extremely heavy object that can kill me and other people around me if I'm not careful and attentive.
I know I am entitled to nothing, as hard work is the only route to a truly successful life- and even then, nothing is guaranteed to me. I was raised by a single mother that instilled good moral values into me. And I do not demand anything, because I know that I am no more special than anyone else. I was told no several times as a kid, and I grew to understand exactly why I was told "no", and I am a better person because of it. I know my wants are not inherently valid. My every desire does not deserve fulfillment. I know that my wants are just that- wants. I do not need the things I want, and I know that I must work for the things I want, but only after making sure I have the things I need, things that I am well aware I am blessed to have- a roof over my head, plentiful food, and a fruitful education.
I do not abuse technology. I don't own an account on Foursquare, Yelp, Twitter, or Pinterest. I rarely post things on Facebook because again, I know I am not special, and nobody cares about the minutiae of my daily life. I do not act on desires to make myself noticed, because I know that the people that truly care about me are the ones that matter, not usernames on a social network that I will likely never have a meaningful conversation with. I know that quality is far more important than quantity when it comes to friendships. People who disagree with how I feel are not automatically mean-spirited or arrogant, because I know my feelings are not fact.
I am indeed unemployed. But I am working vigorously to gain the knowledge and skills required to achieve success on my chosen career path. But again, I am not special and I know nothing is guaranteed to me. If I can't get the job I want, I will happily take other jobs because I understand that any work is good work. Even if I end up not doing what I want to do in life, I will still be happy with my life. I am blessed to be here, blessed to be living.
And yes, I was curious to know where my iPhone was. Sorry.