The Generation of Nostalgia


This is written to the generation of nostalgia,

the 90s kids that revel in our infinite childhoods,

and our “superior” cartoons.


To the kids that had a promising future,

only to arrive in that future to find

that the promise had been broken.


To the kids who are no longer kids on the outside

but will always be kids on the inside.

Because the older generations fucked us up good with phrases like,


“That’s not a real thing.”


“Well, we didn’t have that in my day.”


“Oh, everybody feels that way.”


Trivializing our experiences with mere words.


But now that the same words that we were told were “made up”

can be found in the dictionary,

and now that we know how awful it is

to live with anxiety and depression,

isn’t it understandable why 90s kids don’t want to grow up?


That they might want to remain in the 90s?

That they want to live in fantasy worlds?

Cartoons, books, the internet,

and other such distractions?


That they want to keep their heads down,

eyes glued to their screens,

trying to learn about this new world,

finding others like them

and enacting positive change

while the older generation scoffs

at some long-distance face-timing taking place,

before they isolate themselves

by mouthing something along the lines of,

“Remember the Alamo?”



“We had to walk to school


in the snow





broke my legs and had to crawl…


But I still made it!”


They will tell you

you are lazy for not finding a job after completing college.

Even though they said you were the brightest star back in elementary school.

And they will tell you

they just didn’t do that back in their day so it’s hard to change now,

even though you were the generation that had to experience

more change than any other in such a small amount of time.


And yet they will tell you

that you are the generation of complainers.

The whiners.

The underachievers.

That they clawed their way up and don’t see a reason you can’t too,

even though their uphill travels included a lot more foliage to latch onto if they lost their footing.

(Because in the back of their minds they’re also telling themselves the damage they’ve done to the environment will be the next generation’s problem.)


But they are wrong.

We are not the generation of complainers,

the lazy,

the technology obsessive.

We are the generation of nostalgia;

All in our childhood,

we went from cord phones

to flip phones

to iPhones.


And did you know that it was made of the same stuff that got us into space?

And doesn’t a space ship suit your hand when you yourself are made of stardust?


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