GenXPosterChild

About Me

I feel like I’m among the poster children for this generation because of my inability to fit in with society, my wishing that the American Dream worked for me but knowing that it doesn’t and never will, and subsequently trying to figure out what I’m going to do about such a scenario.   It’s also about being one of the first generations to KNOW they will never make as much as their parents, never get as far, and dealing with the general malaise that accompanies knowing this.

About me?   There is so much I could say  here and just so little room, so I’ll leave it at this: I know I will NEVER be one of those people who reaches middle age and looks back at their younger days with regret over the things they WISH they did. I managed to free myself from the golden handcuffs the corporate world puts on you and tightens every year, and then, after I spent years of being part of this sort of rock and roll traveling underground subculture, I landed in Vermont. Unfortunately, nearly a decade of living in the middle of nowhere got me a little too caught up in my self-destructive tendencies. This led to a ABSOLUTELY SPECTACULAR crash and burn where my family ended up rescuing me from myself and moved me to Hawaii where I am now ‘piecing things together’ ie-getting a JOB, getting to the job on time, etc.

I have a B.A. in English, went to Bartending School, am certified in Shiatsu, can teach Yoga and Pilates, and am even a Paralegal, and I’m doing NOTHING with any of them.  I’m a little too smart for my own good. I read a lot. There are those who are born to drive and those who are born to wait in line, and I am one hell of a driver. I went from being a death rock gothic girl to a hippie to somehow returning to my original love of The Damned.  I think more guys lie about their age than girls.   My memory scares people.   I saw Johnny Cash live twice before he died, and one time was in Reno.   I love Ween.   I type fast, walk fast, talk fast but I’m probably the world’s slowest eater.   I remember where I was when I learned Mark Sandman had died.   I don’t cook meat but have no problems with ordering politically incorrect entrees from continental restaurants.   The longest successful relationship I’ve had is with my dog, and then he got cancer and died a while ago, and I still feel my world falling apart somedays because of it.   And if all that doesn’t spell  GenXPosterChild to you, I beseech you to find a more fitting example elsewhere.