Headphone Handicapped

With What Shall We Water The Wallflowers?

Every generation throws a hero up the pop-charts, and every generation finds something it dislikes about the next one.  As I approach my 29th birth anniversary, I’m beginning to cultivate the seeds of my inherent disdain for young whippersnaps everywhere.  We live in a time of iPods and online personalities, where even natural extroverts find themselves at least moderately socially incapable… because they only socialize when necessary and, even then, do so grudgingly.

People about my age and older can sustain this deficiency, because we learned interpersonal skills long ago.  We post status updates and write blogs *cough* to supplement relationships and self-expression - we don’t do it as our primary outlet.  These new wallflowers don’t have that background, and it hurts them.  They don’t just stand to the side at dances; they stand to the side of life itself, content to flower behind walls of their own construction.