Notes on Drifting

An addendum to Monday’s post:

SPOILER WARNING: More personal/less critical.

I’ve been reading a lot – a lot of commencement speeches, essays, analyses of my generation and how narcissistic it is. I get it. We are for the most part. We’re on our phones, updating statuses, investing in the countless ways to enhance who we are. We put thought into our social media expressions. We are too often self-entitled and self-righteous. And because of such characteristics, the void following college and before the career world has been consequentially labeled a time period of indulgence, self-absorption, immaturity, and lack of drive.

And while I think I can critically analyze my generation as much as one can who is in it, I have to say this is unarguably wrong.

Because here is what I am feeling. I am not reluctant to enter the job field. On the contrary, I’m ecstatic. For the first time, I feel tremendously in control and I love such a feeling. I genuinely love applying to jobs while being blessed to have the opportunity to do so from home, with a paid roof over my head and food on the table. My life is good as is my future – and I’m remarkably grateful for this.

But there is a feeling of insurmountable sadness at my core that is filled with loneliness, disappointment, and disenchantment. On Monday, I referenced Marina Keegan’s now famous article “The Opposite of Loneliness” in which she leaves school and wishes only to have that glorious sense of community so typical of college awaiting her in her future. While the idealist in me would similarly love such a future, the realist in me knows this isn’t the way our tremendously calloused world works. The realist in me sees Eleanor Rigbys and Donnie Darkos and can’t help but feel life is nothing more than simply trying to handle how remarkably lonely the human race is.

I was listening to a song – Skinny Love – a song that perhaps more than any other, takes me back to a night not too long ago in which I discovered incredibly sad news about several friends. News that, while isn’t devastating, instills an overwhelming sense of hopelessness that remains unshakable.

Thinking about that song, I am reminded how the border between college and what follows it seems to be the border of expressing that genuine melancholic feeling of pain, confusion, and impotence – and across that border, where expression is cast off as trivial, indulgent, and childish.

And I am so afraid of entering this supposedly professional world in which expression and connecting – two things that arguably build college friendship foundations  - are not only discouraged but indicted.

I am the offspring of baby boomers – a generation whose marriages were built to fail and my parents were no exception. Communication problems were systemically included in the genetic coding of nuptials for post WII babies and the byproduct is a group of citizens entering retirement age who convey lives of opportunity, activism – the movers, the shakers, the dreamers – but whose lives are now disconnected, isolated and lonely.

And I’m sure they saw their parents the way I see mine now. Because all I want is for us to remember how to talk to each other and express how we’re feeling and to keep the friends we have to say these feelings to.

So that at 2AM on a Tuesday night when I hear Bon Iver, I can express something to someone. And that this someone will hear me.

Notes on the Quarter Life Crisis

Frequently characterized by a polarized mix of privilege, education, and opportunity, as well as narcissism, ungratefulness, and naivete, college grads are caught in bizarre purgatory of post-childhood immaturity and pre-adulthood responsibility According to The Quarter-Life Time Period: An Age of Indulgence, Crisis or Both?” (1) such a “waiting period” is unique as “it was believed that this time period represented a time of anomie [“a state of normlessness, a lack of a blueprint for behavior”] because the norms of childhood were not applicable nor were the norms of adulthood.” Too often lauded as being capable of doing anything to which they set their overconfident minds, college grads are thrown into the time after lives have been spent studying and are now expected to know what career and lifestyle satisfies them and to somehow payback their education by dedicating themselves to such careers. A refusal or reluctance to do so seems to garner belittlement, judgment, and disrespect from peers – Can’t you just find a job? You’re drifting. Do you even know who you are? How lazy. Ah, it must be the quarter life crisis. 

The quarter life crisis – a term coined only in recent years but evident in fiction decades old. Remember the pool scenes from The Graduate? “Just drifting,” a young Dustin Hoffman says in his post-Ivy League life. Dad William Daniels chides, this is only attractive for a few weeks but after that? A tad self-serving.

Such crises are topical these days, being featured in columns by the  Huffington PostABC News, and Discovery Magazine. The term even has its own site - www.quarterlifecrisis.com. Its ideas were recently recirculated with the publication of 2012 Yale graduate Marina Keegan’s column, “The Opposite of Loneliness.” Keegan was killed in a car accident shortly after her graduation. The article went viral, touching on a sentiment with which fellow grads can empathize. 

Keegan’s essay, which does not directly refer to such a crisis, instead alludes to her sincere sadness of losing the intense friendship, community, and “opposite of loneliness” with which she characterizes her college experience. “It’s not quite love and it’s not quite community; it’s just this feeling that there are people, an abundance of people, who are in this together.” And it is this sensation which she so feared losing.

Such anxiety is often pigeon-holed into ex-college student narcissism. The I-don’t-want-my-college-years-to-end-so-I-won’t-look-for-work idea. Or the I’ve-been-carried-this-long-by-my-upper-middle-class-parents-so-why-not-continue hypothesis. Living in a world in which rapid change constantly revolutionizes the process of gathering and receiving information, has led, in many ways, to a generation that expects instant gratification and has a sense of entitlement” (1). Such a sense of entitlement is reinforced by college grads’ parents presumably praising them for their sheer existence and the disconnect between this adoration and the grads’ identity with it helps craft such a crisis. After spending the prior 20+ years of trying “on identities like coats” (1), grads are now thrust into a realm in which self must be determined and self-discovery is a privilege reserved for the next graduating class only – a privilege that apparently expires during college graduation ceremonies.

The result? Young adults enter their post-grad careers in which they are reminded they can do anything, pending it yields a profit and little comprehension of identity or self-worth. Given an overwhelming amount of choices for post-grad life, such options “can create an inordinate amount of confusion and anxiety for young people.”

But to say such anxiety is reserved for the privileged or confused or overindulged is missing a key point in such conversations. Reluctance to enter the job force isn’t merely impacted by all these choices; these choices reinforce the the idea that opportunity is everywhere and it is up to the mid-crisis grads to seize such. But what if Harvard grad A chooses to follow his major and enter a career of supply chain management and is ultimately under-stimulated and unsatisfied? Or, what if Northwestern grad B opts for journalism but wonders about her secret passion for marketing? To suggest under-stimulation and dissatisfaction are characteristics unique to this demographic is grossly – and presumably obviously – inaccurate. However, there does seem to be an increasing awareness of the more recent years of graduates perceiving this disenchantment in previous generations and thus, increasingly anxious to avoid a life spent equally complacent with mediocrity.

It is more than a fear of failure, or indulgence, privilege, or even confusion. The anxiety typically used to characterize the time after college graduation is a product of being told one can be anything and thus, should follow his or her dreams. Meaning, happiness should be a given for those with the will to secure such because 2012 grads shouldn’t live their lives in the dissatisfying ways their parents and predecessors did. While financial security and responsibility are indeed desirable, a reluctance to jump into the job field immediately isn’t a selfish denial of the privilege grads have been given nor is it an extension of the indulgence associated with school years.

It is the fear of what happens when education, opportunity, and financial security don’t do the trick. That grads have been effectively training for this moment for over 20 years and in some cases, have everything at their finger tips – and yet, are still missing the overwhelmingly certain feeling of satisfaction that if school didn’t at least provide, it distracted them from. More than anything, it is the fear of starting life by settling on something and never seeing an opportunity to change; to live life to the end and wonder what happened to it – an idea with which the preceding generations are oftern characterized. Surrounded by older peers who seem regretful, nostalgic, jaded and bittersweet, incoming grads are ultimately caught in the middle of expectations of what parental lessons deem repeating and what ones are not – and such a choice is leaving them and their judgmental predecessors uneasy.

Quarter life crisis” or not – it’s simply a shitty feeling.

Trial and Error

Greetings readers,

Let me cut to the chase. I just graduated from college with two majors – English and Film.  While I loved the film half of my degree, I adored my English classes. Tackling the implications created by Time magazine covers post-9/11, or discussing the significance of Karen Owens’ PowerPoint in the ever-apparent gender bias on college campuses, or analyzing the contradictions in contemporary American legislation and why such peculiar things like our prison system or the prohibition of recreational drugs deserves further scrutiny are all the topics I sincerely miss discussing in my classes and on paper.

And it is because of me missing them so much that I started this blog. I simply need the outlet to analyze something like 9/11 for its impact on gender relations in this country or scrutinizing American imperialism in topical journalism.  I’m doing this for ultimately self-serving reasons: to satisfy my need for critical writing.

But if you’re interested in seeing what I think about a new book, article, piece of legislation, story, and what the implications of such are, stick around. I’ll have a new article up every Monday for those with some free time.

Take care and thanks for reading,

-Erin4thewin



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