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Why is my blood canary yellow?

I was born in 1988, which means I was an 80’s baby, a 90’s kid and a 2000’s teen, I am part of what we now know as Generation Y or Millennials  (thanks Wikipedia for the information). I’ve lived 2.5 decades, the changed of a century and the changed of a whole millennium, remember New Years eve 1999 when we all went crazy because the world was going to end one way or an other? Gosh we did have a hundred and one theories on how the world was going to end that night, I lived out the awkward silence at the end of the 3,2,1 because everyone waited a few seconds to yell out HAPPY NEW YEAR,  you know they had to make sure the world wasn’t ending before kissing their significant other or hugging grandma.

I also lived and still am living through what I like to call the earth’s change from analog to digital, my generation was the first generation to have access to computers in their homes, to own a tiny cell phone, y’all remember the Motorola RAZR in hot pink?, we were the first generation to use the power of the internet to do our homework (you know before the professor could notice if you copied and pasted it with the click of a button). But ours was also the last generation to pick playing outside over having your eyes glue to a tablet, last ones to have only one phone line at home, some people don’t even have one at all anymore.

I also believe our generation was in some way more respectful of others, it is funny how I found myself saying “This upcoming generation it’s just plain disrespectful” last night, and I looked at myself and though “oh lord I have become my mother”. Last night as I’m getting home from my daily bike ride , I was about two houses away, I hear a car behind me as every polite biker would I moved myself to a side to allow the car to pass me, and then I hear a pop followed by an other pop and a sharp pain on my butt, I heard the car accelerate and pass me, as the passed by I saw the silhouette of a gun. I automatically panicked, I had been shot, so I put my hand on my butt and it feels wet, I closed my eyes as I got ready for the worse and then open them to look at my hand, huh why is my blood canary yellow?

I had in fact been shot, with a BB Gun!!!! I walked to my from steps, had a seat and then I broke down crying, I was alive, no bullet stuck in butt cheek, sure my favorite yoga pants are now fucked by a big yellow stain and I have a bruise the size of an orange on my left cheek, but I am perfectly fine. I thought about calling the police, but I had no distinctive remarks about the car or the kids, so what good would that be? All that is left to do is to be thankful that it was nothing major, go inside try to clean my pants, take a shower and go to sleep, but as I am going all these all I can think is “Where are these kids parents?”

Of course I cannot blame the parents completely for this, kids lie, kids do things behind their parents, kids are easily influenced by other kids, that does not mean that the parent is doing a bad job. But I feel that this generation has no respect for other, they don’t care about hurting others and are also less afraid of getting in trouble over all. I understand change, and I get it the world evolves and every generation is different, but I believe this generation is losing touch with was morally and humanly correct, so I can’t help but to wonder where and when did we go the opposite way on distinguishing whats right and wrong? What’s your openion?

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