This generation does not ask; it demands.
We demand perfectly toasted Freebirds burritos,
smart phones that know what we want before we even do,
and faucets that turn their own selves off.
We expect strangers to invest in us,
without first investing in ourselves,
demand study guides,
complain that caramel macchiatos are so expensive.
Take unfollows personally,
keep more selfies than pictures of others,
and laugh behind hands at accents.
We feed our minds with personality quizzes and BuzzFeed gifs,
while demanding immediate news we won't find relevant.
Weekends are addresses we won't remember,
with people we don't know;
snapchat stories to make sure the rest of the world sees our freedom
the morning after.
Is this freedom, though?
The need to be seen, to enjoy ourselves?
These blurred lines between pleasure and making a statement out of it?
Follows don't actually exist,
100 selfies don't change the way one looks,
and no personality quiz is going to change a life
by lumping you with a Disney character.
We demand our surroundings to change,
so that we can be the same person forever,
as we dig out baby photos on Tranformation Tuesday.
Next weekend, we'll actually learn something.
It'll be great.