We born in the 1980s

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I prefer to stay hidden now; I don’t really like to post in groups anymore. The kids start calling me uncle or aunt. I’m not as angry anymore; when faced with injustice, I tell myself that this is just how society is. I fit every description… I know I’m old now… The unspoken rules of life for those born in the 1980s: it’s okay not to watch TV, but a computer is essential. The three necessities for going out are: a phone, keys, and a few dozen dollars in change. You’ll never know where your money goes; you don’t spend much on food or clothes. I’m negative and refuse to grow up. I don’t like it when people say I’m mature. I’m talkative around people I know, but silent in front of strangers. One of my hobbies must be sleeping; I spend all day on the internet and don’t know what else to do. The phrase most often used by people born in the 1980s is “bored,” even though they spend a lot of time chatting online. Losing weight is a constant topic and pursuit. I eat whenever I’m hungry; often, I have breakfast and lunch together. My typing skills aren’t very accurate, but I type quite fast. I rarely go to bed before midnight. Everything can be “whatever” because there’s not much time. When I go to a KTV, I’m usually the one who sings loudly; I have an unexplained sense of arrogance. Believing that others can never understand oneself, and using this as a reason to look down on them. We who were born in the 1980s had many dreams, some of which came true while others were dashed. Those of us born in the 1980s, some are famous while others remain unknown. We who were born in the 1980s struggled and wavered, but we managed to get through it. We, born in the 1980s, shed the naivety of our youth and began to adapt to the larger society. We all know very well that we have gone through so much. The parting and reuniting of family bonds, the parting and reuniting of love, the parting and reuniting of friendships – what was once pursued with all effort eventually becomes worthless. The things that my parents had tried so hard to stop me from doing, it wasn’t until I got hurt that I realized they were right after all. I have asked myself countless times why I am alive By the end, I was too lazy to even think about the meaning of living. Once, one could neglect studying for the sake of love; later on, one could abandon love for the sake of work. Do you still remember your original dream? Or rather, how many people still hold on to the dreams they had in their youth? At home, our parents cater to all our wishes; once we leave home, we cater to those of society. Things that one dislikes gradually become* habitual; it’s not clear whether such* habituation is a good thing or a bad one I don’t even know what my dream should be now One thing is for sure: I won’t have any more foolish dreams of youth.