This is the most depressing article I’ve ever read, and this is the thing that freaks me out about our generation, the post-free-spirit-bullshit-funk-ridden willingness to fall on excuses. The refusal to take responsibility and own the young parts.
Is the better part of our generation, demographic, cohort — however you want to characterize it — swimming around in this sort of ennui? I “self-medicate” occasionally w/ bourbon and perhaps a bit of earring-oriented retail therapy — but does thing ring true for anyone out there? Doesn’t this feel more like histrionic refusal to take responsibility than a real, rational reaction to finding oneself mired in the very best years of her life?
The way to avoid the ennui is to avoid the ennui. Be decisive, make real decisions, and take responsibility for your choices. We all spend a few years sampling ennui, but the purpose of our twenties is to get past it.
Life is simply too short to spend the best part of it wallowing in post-teenage angst. Ugh. Down w/ the QLC.