More than couple of decades ago, I had heard someone say, “Judge a man by his shoes” and that sentence was safely saved in the wisdom section of my repository. My brain kept adding more and more features to this sentence like personality, knowledge, diction etcetera. However, as i evolved and turned into the monster I am today, I end up judging people in the sea of millennials ad mind you I don’t do that by the virtue of how that person talks or what are their vies on literature, politics and socio economic situation, but by how they look.
Going back to why I am called a millennial, that’s because I hit puberty somewhere in 21st century. And we millennial have a buzzing social life, long alcohol bills and we also have a certain lingo. We shop online, we dine online and we almost live online. We wear fancy clothes and we carry expensive phones on which we end up taking zillion selfies and zilch self esteem.
I don't mean to denigrate the generation I am happily a part of but so to speak or in this case write, we are also extremely techno-savvy and highly informed about what’s going on around the world. Most of us are sapiosexuals ( don’t bother google with the word, it's in the urban dictionary) and modern hippies. Im not denying being an integral part of this paradigm at all. Look at me, Im currently looking up google to cross check whether the words I used match what I meant.
So, lets not digress from what we were talking about, judging people by their shoes ( and many other things that person is wearing or not wearing). Im trying to avoid talking about how I judge people on the basis of the life experiences they had ( or could not have in some cases), Im only trying to focus on tangible stuff right now, because boy, we form perceptions in every possible way and by every possible aspect. Not blaming the other millennials who safely go to their offices and work their ass off, come home to their respective other halves and spend the evening thinking about their life after this year’s promotion cycle. They are cool, infact, they are the lucky ones who did not fall into the trap.
We spend hours and hours browsing online, looking for cheap yet branded stuff, wait patiently for it to arrive and then try them on. Alas, only to be disappointed that it does no good to our insta feed ( if you know what I mean). And unless I wear some really expensive shit to the party, nobody is going to even look at me. We want to travel only to Europe and other western geographies ( Bangkok is obviously not to be discussed outside coveted WhatsApp groups), we don’t watch Bollywood ( Korean Horror movies are better aphrodisiac) , we don’t know who Talvin Singh is or who our neighbor is and we definitely don’t buy coffee from local cafe anymore, because, hey we are millennials, we don’t care about anything which isn’t glittering ( not literally).
We spend all our money on looking good, no amount of time on reading literature ( sapiosexuals can hold back their cuss). Are we hollow? There is hardly anytime to think, plus my insta feed looks far better to spend time on. We can travel as much as our credit cards allow, but only to take pictures. Oh! I wanted to save the travel insta stories for my next post.
Till then try to think, Our crisis is not monetary anymore, it has now become existential.
