Sometimes, those alarmist articles re: "What's wrong with Generation __!" strike a chord of fear inside me if I recognize more than two quirks of my own in those lazy numbered lists. I begin to think that my behaviors are out of my control, are part of some sort of fated wave of bad luck and bad responses.
That, of course, sounds a hell of a lot more like astrology than psychology, and even though my pinterest has 47 instances of 17th century etchings of star paths, I hope it's clear on what side I fall.
The "quirk" that frightens me most about the pop culture generation I belong to is the Peter Pan thing. I hate the idea of being emotionally frozen between adolescence and adulthood. I accept that people like myself will APPEAR to be grown children to older generations, but that's just because I don't have kids and use most of my disposable income buying rocks* on the internet.
But I think that the appearance of one's life - however ridiculous - is fine as long as they continue to mentally evolve. Rejecting the traditional life milestones does make it hard to mark movement along the path, though. The easiest way for me to measure whether or not I am a sophisticated-ass grown up is imagining how I would respond today if met with the various interpersonal offenses I experienced in my twenties. Infractions, negative encounters with friends and lovers, the usual stuff. Without even having to think about specifics, I know that none of the various instances would either have happened or have been stood if they were to occur now. Confusing way to describe what I am saying, but I think racking up emotional intelligence points is going to be the only criteria that I care about re: Am I successful? What is my life about! Do I exist? That and having enough $$$ to continue shopping at Mainely Agates: Agates from Maine.
*not a drug reference. just regular silicate mineral stuff.