Indifferent, Cynical and Entitled

We got here on the shoulders of gigantic predecessors, people who stood up to the norm.  They dared attempt to change the world they lived in.  Went with their best ideas and, SURPRISE!  They changed it.  And here we are, basking in the glory of their sweat stains.  Everything we have, we worked relatively little for.  I drove a car at 16, my dad's car.  The car he bought after he had worked for years.  He was first born of 8 children.  He was raised in a rural area, he worked the farm, herded cattle until he could start first grade.  His parents changed his birth date on his records so he could get a scholarship, went to school and eventually a teacher's college.  Married a girl he met in high school, both teachers and here comes me.  He asked me to work hard, surpass him.  As he surpassed his father who did not finish grade school.

The biggest Entitlement is the current state of the Union, a union I think I know little about.  The foundation of this country sounds great.  I will learn more of it, but, the little I know of the Founding Fathers, I went to Thomas Jefferson's house!  A man designed and built a house, 40 years it took him!  I know very few people my age who can focus on something for 10 years - we make vows we break constantly, we have dreams we abandon because it takes longer than microwave oatmeal.  I blame the microwaves.  We have ever decreasing curiosity, capacity for knowledge, capacity for pain, we have no endurance.  They say children are the future, I am terrified for the future.  After driving at 16, my (unborn) child will want his own car at that age.       It is the way it goes.  The children of this Union do not expect to work to sustain their Fathers' dreams, we want it to continue the way it has always been.  Clinton represents for my generation, the Union's high (though some would cite Kennedy and the Apollo project).  He did his thing and left it to us, we pick it up and go on. Not to spend it all, waste it and think it will just keep coming, WELLS RUN DRY, RESOURCES HAVE CAPACITY!  Our Fathers were so few it looked infinite, now that there are enough of us, we see the bottom of the barrel.  We touch it once in a while and it freaks us out.  We looked the decline and saw nothing, Entitled.

Things are bad and get worse, the few who try to change things (blasted microwaves!) do not see the change they hoped for.  It takes too long!  They give up, give in or (the fortunate) die trying.  So much of what I say with my voice is cynicism and sarcasm.  So do the rest of 'us.'  All we see is the shrinking social security checks in our distant future, the dwindling oil fields screaming, "No more road trips jerks!"  Oh the ozone layer (what's left of it) and so on and so on.  Those that work hard and pursue what once were virtues keep working hard trying to find the ends that ought to meet.  Those that play and strive for vice are on top.  They do not work anymore.
Cynical.

And so we are left determined nothing matters.  It will not change, it is rolling downhill and we will not catch the cart.  So, "Whatever.  I guess, like, yeah.  Whatever."
Indifferent.