Darn these damn Millennials! Dang it!

Fuck off, you loser! I’m pretty much sick of these posts about Millennials being written by these million-year-old “tech” people all over the net.

Dissecting us, proverbial limb for limb until there’s nothing left but trillions in tertiary education debt, joblessness… and lets not forget the laziness, narcissism, entitlement, and staying with le parents. 

I’m the animal in a fucking zoo, and you’re that old guy with a crooked step, smelling of whiskey, with an overgrown beard and a tweed jacket waving a bunch of tickets to the world for them to see this exclusive show. Newsflash:  It’s not that exclusive.

I’m pissed off that the leaders before me are either trying to micro-manage me or leave me in the deep end. I’m not complaining; I’m just saying it’s not optimal.

Let ME tell you what a Millennial is (ME ME ME). First off, I’m not going to save anyone.

I work hard, and you can be damn sure I play even harder.

I have friends across generations and respect them equally.

I believe the differences between generations comes as a result of life experience, automatically brought by aging. The generation before you said the same things about you, remember that. Also, remember who raised us.

I’m waiting for the first person to say I’m ranting, raving, throwing my toys out of the cot like a little kid. I will throat punch you.

Just kidding, I’m not a violent guy. All I’m saying is, instead of observing us, why not try listening to us for a change?

The selfless loser

This isn’t relationship advice. In fact, the best advice I can give you about relationships is this: they are, or they aren’t.

Let that sink in.

I had a friend who, after knocking back a number of brandies, blurted out his story of love for an old friend who was not quite reciprocating that emotion or providing the physical interaction most males (myself included) would appreciate. Yes ladies, we like to get physical. Now I swear this isn’t me, I mean my face or name isn’t on this blog, so really I am talking about a friend.

Anyway he cut his love interest off socially earlier on in the year, and since then had been living it up. Then they became friends again, and now he’s stuck being her emotional support… again. It’s draining as fuck.

I asked him at what point he decided to cut her off initially. He said: “Well, before she needed my support and – ” at which point I slapped the shit out of him. Actually I didn’t. I’m not a violent guy, but I did picture it vividly in my mind, and then proceeded to interrupt him and let him know that he’d answered a question directed at him, from her perspective.

Now let that sink in.

This guy was a casualty of selflessness. Not everyone is, and not everyone who takes advantage of a selfless person is bad or evil with a black soul. It’s just how it is. You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone– and she didn’t until he cut her off. And no ladies, I’m not a misogynistic fuck-ass. Women and men alike can be the victims and the perpetrators in this crime of the heart.

Also, I’m not encouraging selfishness and narcissism; but I am saying, be mindful of how you leverage what you give people on a social/ emotional level verses what your expectations of them are. For your own good.

It’s weekend. If this post gave you that feel, go have a drink. And have one for me too!

Cheers.

About GTA V

So GTA V went online a few days ago, and everyone’s losing their shit. I’m yet to actually play the game as I’ve been busy IRL (look that up) and stuff.

Anyway, this post isn’t about gaming… not so much. It’s more about the fact that GTA, a game dominated by console players has just gone MMO. Yes. Grand Theft Warcraft it is.

Why am I pointing this out? Because I’m interested as to how it will shift and reshape the definition of the console player. 

Remember the stereotypes. The PC gamer is some dweeby, geeky lamo. But that guy who gets the latest Fifa for console every year, stocks up on snacks and ditches his girlfriend is pretty much normal. 

I think it has a lot to do with playing the game for a set period of time. i.e a match can only last so long. Even with Xbox Live you’d play a game for a set time and eventually get bored. 

I’m not 100% sure of the parameters of GTA V, but it seems to be an interactive map that you just drop into at any time and go. Add the character improvement factor over time, and you’ve got an MMO. 

I’m just interested to see how console players are going to evolve as a result of this game-changing game. 

Anonymity

I’ve been wrestling with the concept of online anonymity for some time. As you may have noticed this blog is virtually anonymous.

There’s many Catch 22’s hidden in this playing field. You want transparency and greater exposure. You want to offer a real face that people can relate to. But at the same time many people are concerned about their privacy. With all the issues surrounding surveillance, and of course the threat of more deviant crimes.. in the minds of some it just makes sense.

But that’s not why this blog is anonymous. Nope. I’m not too concerned about my own security and privacy as I sit here.

This blog is anonymous, as I have decided to be the subject of my own experiment. A social experiment to help me understand myself better. The facade verses the reality. I’ll post an interesting video in a future post that I’d like everyone reading this to think about.

Don’t hold your breath… THOUGHTS come swiftly, and without a name. And there are many more nameless thoughts to come.

Let the random thoughts begin

Writing your first post for a blog is always so stressful. It’s like that mark on the canvas that is your online body: the ink settles, forming the next stroke in the masterpiece that is your digital tattoo. Fucking epic.

Not sure how many words I’ve already checked the meanings of and how many times I redesigned my twitter look. But moving along I just figured I’d introduce myself here.

I’m a guy in his mid 20’s who decided to start a blog to write about a ton of stuff. You’ll see my fullest thoughts here on life,  movies, tech, philosophy, relationships, consumerism, politics, music, fun and love. This is just a big smoldering ball of thoughts.

I can’t promise I’ll always post all the time, and I can’t promise you’ll like each one. Heck, I can’t promise that none of my thoughts will offend you for that matter.  But this is about me, okay?

Kick the Coffee Tin? Why that name? We’ve got lots of time to get into that, and somewhere down the line I promise I will.

For now I’m signing off. Thanks for reading.