Overthinking 

overthinking.

Admitting to having been given birth to in the 90s often elicits gazes and stares from around yourself, filled with judgement augmented by pursed lips. Looks not of jealously at one’s naive youth, but instead looks of resentment. "Is this what we have created?" Mine is the first generation for whom self-control of one’s image projection is an almost primal pre-thought to any action during a day. My generation does not "live fast," my generation instead considers in what style each fast moment shall be lived. My yacht is sinking? Wait, allow me to first take a selfie. Oh no, is that my hair? I’ll need a do-over.

I think that

I overthink

how much I overthink.

Generation Y is the generation which will come to be defined by the plague of self-awareness. How will my email password remind me of what defines me? Generation Y allows their self-projection to facilitate their purchases. I need this jacket to define myself. Will Prada or Diesel better define who I am? Thus, purchases are easily justified as necessities, and shopping is a recreational pastime in itself, fostered also by having been raised by an over-indulgent parental generation who primed during a period with middle-class credit

allows their self-projection to facilitate their purchases. I need this jacket to define myself. Will Prada or Diesel better define who I am? Thus, purchases are easily justified as necessities, and shopping is a recreational pastime in itself, fostered also by having been raised by an over-indulgent parental generation who primed during a period with middle-class credit. 

Who am I? Do people believe my projection?

This questioning’s worst inhibition is the effect had when Generation Y enters the workforce, or contemplates the act thereof. "Is this my calling?" is one of the most loaded phrases that a society has ever collectively mouthed. The question implies that one must have a purpose. Indeed, but should someone have actually answered this question concerning giving reason to existence, their published book would be the actual No. 1 New York Times Bestseller. There is a very small handful of people with enough insight and capacity to have worked out what is actually going on here on Earth. Those who have not, are spending their short existences attempting to define themselves.

of people with enough insight and capacity to have worked out what is actually going on here on Earth. Those who have not, are spending their short existences attempting to define themselves.

I keenly await the creatively exhibitionist gravestones that Generation Y will pre-order. The last question Generation Y will overthink:

Does this font

best capture my essence?

(Would someone please ironically use Comic Sans to inscribe "can u not?" on their headstone?)