I’ve been thinking a lot about the way we approach community, and each other. This generation feels isolated, disconnected.
Are we really alone in this struggle?
The enormity of the struggle seems real, even my rich friends with good jobs can’t afford rent.
We judge our friends who struggle and whose lives aren’t picture perfect on Facebook. We forget that Facebook is all just an elaborate series of lies.
In college, I tried to look out for everyone. Pass out on the couch? That’s what I keep an extra blanket for. Too drunk to consent, guess who is getting some snacks and a walk home. Need to be put to bed after a rough night? Only after a glass of water.
This is a deeply embedded part of my ethos. WE look after each other to survive, that’s what community is supposed to be and what worries me is that we’ve attempted to replace this with underpaid workers. Love isn’t replaceable. There is no price you can pay that replace the love of someone holding your hair back.
My generation is so starved for actual love, I’m tempted to go around the country taking care of the same people I’ve been taking care of the whole time.
That’s a joke, obviously, but the community I grew up in and built is full of misfits, orphans and some of the brightest and most beautiful minds you’ll ever meet.
And we are drowning.
Sometimes I feel like I’m slipping under water while rocks get thrown at me. Usually I’m trying to also carry others to the shore but lately I’ve just been threading water trying to survive. I wish I had the answers this time but I don’t.
But here’s how I’m coping: I’m trying to spread as much love as I can. And this is the small acts of kindness. It feels good to remind myself that I have the power to do for others but it’s also about building the communities we’ve destroyed. Those communities take work and they take more than one person to build but what comforts me as I talk to others is knowing that everyone else wants this too.
Just start talking.
Leave the house.
Help where and when you can.
Talk about everything but politics for a while. The trolls can have it out while the rest of us have snacks.
Literally all of us needs to sleep more and eat better. And we need to remember that food used to be a social occasion.
Do frontline service work, on a local level (this means you actually serve people).
Join a civic organization, preferably one with older people involved, so you get reminded that life is long and there are things much bigger than you in the world.
Our generation isn’t so much selfish and narcissistic as we are completely confused as to how to build communities. A bunch of latch-key kids obsessed with performance and success, each of us are running on a hamster wheel going nowhere.
We could get off the wheel, band together and figure out how to escape the cage.
But that means talking to each other and that also means we stop pretending everything is ok.
I tell lies on social media. So do you. And social media can’t replace real community.