GenZ
A violent rushing wind crept through my bedroom window, bringing with it the Brooklyn air and the smell of fumes. It's not a good combination at all. When will I ever learn that the young Gen Z is more frustrated than us baby boomers? When we are in bed, they are up all night. When we are fully awake, they are about to lie down. When we try to reach out to them, they get annoyed easily. Should we fold or unfold to the madness of this so-called new generation? Fold to the madness of the new generation.
Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2024
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