“I am so spoiled, i can only afford to get a lip balm.” *Or, the Irony of Living in the Millenia.*

Oh hello, fancy bumping into you here.

As you walk down the fresh food aisles at the green mart, you bump into ex-college-mates, people who were in your philosophy class whom you can’t remember, nor really engaged any serious small talk with.

Didn’t you go to Brown? Or to Bryn Mawr? And now you’re the female coach of the eco-environmental startup incubator? What does that pay like? Are you not supposed to be a yuppie, and go to corporate? Or worse, But what, do you Do, like do? And twenty other probing questions on, you are exhausted, and no extra-strength doppio in sight.

When actually, you are living on paychecques that can hardly actually afford you a cup of coffee for the week. Let alone a three-floor brownstone in the very sociable district. Oh how am i going to ever get invited by the crawleys now? is not a real concern for the real trite, & skintly un-trivial. How do you help them? How do you help yourself? (To not to get theirs?) Why do you feel like being a kardashian in the first place? Why aren’t you happy on your own? And this goes on the minds of the tiny trees, to grow like nature intended, or be spliced genetically to be a tiny space-saving bonsai?

Somehow, the elder generations’ consumer habits had led to a dank spiral of disillusion - either in the tripping of children in their inhabited geniuses, or what i like to call their “potential automatics” a didactic being’s natural state of self-achievement. Or they have actually created a little island of imperviousness that keeps most mainstream upbringing at bay. Until they Lindsay Lohan it in the real world, and then they realise that the home school was loads better for them - and wished they had more attraction to their lazy parents, only to realise the economy-trap of having no real income versus a harry-potter vault of passive means, where you learn to accept your faults, freeze your dreams, evaluate your services to the world, and be academically anti-social whether you stood to understand the world in time for you to be let go into the real world, or not.

Sometimes, over-protectionism can actually muffle, not just stifle our growth. It muffles our real echo of what life had brought us. In fear of a type of future retribution, or unattributed lacklustre of life shaped by society’s gander, or as a result of your family’s real ire of an imbalanced appropriation of resource. I guess it stifles our mainstream growth - we do not fare well as the others, and we don’t happen to need to. But in their eyes, we are losers, and our social lives suffer.

That is the downside to passivity, and being something that you (in the mainstream world) are not. Whether you are an actual, & lengthening the gap for the mainstreamed locality - but can your current stream of peeps take that? - and do them the favour of being the understood instead of being as you are. And here lies the offers of the “i don’t really resonate with that” princess remarks. Ignore them, and you’re an outcast. Deal with them, and you’re a double-faced faker. You lose when you are yourself. In the game of untamed leniency to legacy, there is no win-win.

So there is the dealing of a new deck of cards, or getting new players, and having very little in the pot left (or to begin with), realise at this point, that there is actually very little and not at all more to gain with having privatised your education. When in the real world, you mingle and mix with the public, and your learning curve has been curbed by that box you were kept in. The light glares, and your boarding school became your asylum from your crazy demented mother so you can’t do the same damage to society as she had with her credit card.

All that anxiety to get into the good schools, and just to grow snotty little people who grow, get their bank accounts sorted (or not even), get maimed in a school that wasn’t to their real credit, and scholarships to universities who name-game them. Only to grow up with no bank credit to their name to get an actual fervour to help clear up the state of their households - and all this in the new world get their eyebrows in a mild, no-fix state of distraught, to a society that can’t answer the question: what should we get around to now?

Please, i seriously think we need to do this: for each other. To keep the globe at a proper balance. And understand what we do and what we can do for those who can’t do for themselves - and actually know the dank difference. And to keep our interests to ourselves, and learn about boundaries more, made proverbially safer. That word. (But, not encased in a box necessarily.) But to learn to behave well, and then (with a prototype in hand), model it to the world. Maybe then we can uniformly expect a civility across borders.

To the beach cave. (With that tinted lip balm, I guess.)