Saying that you "get bored easily" is like code for "I grew up in the nineties."
Now I could certainly articulate the restlessness that characterizes us nineties kids more glamorously, but I feel like that would be a betrayal of sorts. I can't very well reveal the secrets quietly kept by my generation without sacrificing my place among the restless.
The best I can do is to tell you that it's not the lack of stimulation, it's the lack of stimulation's constant flow - Ludovico style - that seems to be the root cause of our collective anxieties.
Think about it like this: remember that first commercial that came on years ago about kids with ADD? It talked about how an afflicted child's brain was like a TV that kept changing channels. It had that nasty white noise and static violently tearing through infomercials, cartoons, sitcoms, films, and National Geographic specials alike. Well if ever a decade was akin to an ADD afflicted child's brain, the nineties was totally fucking it.
So why this sudden desire to enumerate that which sets apart the nineties and the decade that preceded it...besides hair and music, that is? I'm not entirely sure. It's just something that's been on my mind as of late because, well, lately I've been really bored. I'm bored with just about everything and just about everyone around me. I'm bored with being able to predict my whereabouts on a given weeknight, three weeks hence. I'm a little horrified at the fact that I spend most mornings blog crawling and watching the news. The news has been showing reruns for like three years, and I hate reruns.
Then at the same time, I absolutely love the fact that every morning I rise, make coffee, and hear about what's going on in the world that day. I love knowing that some crazy bitch drove across half the country with a duffel bag full of goodies on some crazy mission to kidnap the "other woman" (word up, NASA). I actually am quite keen on the idea that every Tuesday night, I go and visit my favorite watering hole, talk to my favorite bartenders, and drink a glass of my favorite scotch.
That's the other thing about us nineties kids. We're terrible hypocrites. We love and hate just about everything at the same time. Like, I HATE Justin Timberlake...but I'm kind of digging on him to. Not his soulless attempts at music, but rather stuff like his SNL appearance. I HATED 300 for the same reasons I thought Sin City wasn't all that grand, but I still went to see in IMAX...'cause it looked sooooo fucking cool in IMAX. I HATE Boston because the weather is so often best described as, well, shitty. But I love Boston because it's home and it's full of the people, places, and things that I'm most fond of spending my time with.
So maybe it's not so much a nineties kid thing as it is an east-coast thing? Nah. If I was from out west, or worse mid-west, and all things were still equal (education, cable service, high speed internet), I have a feeling that I'd feel much the same way about most things as I do now. But like Tom Wilkinson said in that movie, "what you feel only matters to you". (Tom, by the way, should get an Oscar just for getting out of bed in the morning.) So why burden others with your thoughts? Well, that's another thing about us nineties kids...we're likely to tell you exactly what we think is what at just about any point in time. So there it is.
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