The Gen X!!! 👽 👾 who are we…..

Lately I have been watching hella Ticky Tocky vids about my wonderful generation, the Gen X. And yes-I rep it, the people I watch are so damn accurate I want to DM them and ask if we can be friends. Their level of accuracy is like they know me or we are kindred spirits but I've come to realize that you can only be that accurate if you are one of us. The Gen X tribe is so unique that we stand out in crowds. At a party you can always recognize us when 90's rap comes on because it hits harder for us, than any of the crap that is on the radio today. We may have a crook in our neck and/or a torn meniscus but let someone play Dr. Dre (the Chronic) and it will be on and poppin. We will sing every word and do our fake ass imitation of a crip walk, super quick. We are the coolest most down to earth generation, hands down. We can run a boardroom, open a business and throw a banger for our kids all in the same week. None of us want to grow up (we will always be toys-r-us KIDS) and we are aging well on the outside. Although some of us are trying to figure out why our bodies don't feel like they look. I know mine is like Bitch you are 47, knock it off, or else!

The Gen Z (or whatever they are called) and those crazy ass Millenials (they don't give a FUCK-they are all nuts I tell YA but they are changing the world) should be thanking us. We were the trailblazers for your generations. We made so many industries safe for all of you young bucks. We helped the world figure out that second-hand-smoke causes asthma and cancer. I mean, it was fine for our parents to chain smoke with us in the car with all the windows rolled up while they used their arms as our seat belts. We are why the world knows that kids should sit in the back until 12-13. We were hitting that dashboard well into our teens and look at us, we survived. We turned out just fine, kinda,you're welcome. Oh, I left out the part that our parents usually caused the accidents because they couldn’t get their beers back in the cup holder fast enough because their joints ( refer) were in their other hand on the steering wheel....lol. WTF.

If you were driving by and you saw a car pulled along the side of the road near one of the stores.... you would start praying for that poor youngin! You knew right away that whatever they did couldn't wait until they got home. They was about to get they ass worn out on the side of the road with whatever their momma could get her hands on.

On the days we went out we were threatened all the way to the store. I loved it! This was just in case we wanted to act a fool and embarrass my mother. She would say,

"If you ask for anything, touch anything, break anything, fight, do anything while we are in that store, I am going to beat the hell out of you." Now I was a latch key kid so I didn’t see my parents much after 6 🤣 so I didn’t get many beatens but still I didn't think I had much hell in me. Well the two whoopins I did get were for lying so maybe all the hell went out with those; cause, Sheeeit-I can’t tell a lie to save my life, now. After those two whoopins, when my father beat the brakes off my ass, I learned..Quick,Quick!

Lying was a thing we did not do in my house and I passed it on to my daughter. If you lied you would steal and cheat, as far as my father was concerned. If you didn't want to become a liar, cheater or a thief, you fessed up and took the consequences. But after we got to a certain age, Dad would give you choices: punishment or the belt. “ I’ll take punishment for 200 Alec” was always my answer. Being a Gen X was like we were the trial and error generation. Our parents were the first generation of babies having babies without being married. Most of them thought we were dolls that they could put in the toy chest while they went out or send us outside to play till the streetlights came on so they didn’t have to be bothered with us. I don't know if this was anyone else's story or my parents just hated me. It just dawned on me that from the time I left at 7am (yup I said 7-it was like a job) with a rolled up cold waffle and my bike, I didn’t eat again until the streetlights came on unless Judy called me for some nonsense I didn't want to do. I would come in smelling and looking like a runaway slave. You could imagine me leaving at 7am, not a lick of water hit this body so I smelled like a bag of Fritos, hair was everywhere and if my mother wasn’t looking I wasn’t brushing a tooth to the first. You know my friends were Gen X aliens too because they were meeting me at the crack of dawn's ass with a rolled up piece of bread, cheese, whatever was quick and they smelled just the same.......

But let me tell you this, the best thing about us Gen Xers, outside of the fact that we just don't give a fuck, we are survivors. We are smart as shit and we will turn shit into a chateau that was a cardboard box. And you know what else, we make the best damn parents because we took explicit notes of all the fucked up shit our parents did. We made checklists and made doing the complete opposite of how they treated us a main goal in life and now our kids think we are the bomb-dot-com. Are our children soft, I mean loved more-Yup! Could our more loved children make it home if they were thrown out in the wilderness with a piece of bologna and a thumb tack? 🤔First off, most of them wouldn’t even know what the hell bologna was nor why thumb tacks were invented. They wouldn’t even have the sense to know what to do without phoning a friend. But let that had been us my fellow Gen X alien partners, we would have licked our fingers to figure out which way the wind was blowing, used the bologna to set a trap and tasted the dirt to see which way the last animal traveled to see if we had to jump on it and kill it with the tack. Whatever it took to survive we would have been all over it, all without a smartphone. Matter a fact, we would have shattered our phones to show we were up for the challenge. I'm a Gen X hear me roar...Ok I got carried away that time.

I guess I should be writing this for others because if you are around my age then you already know our trade secrets. Those others that are poking around on here are like, "give up the deets. How do we deal with you condescending assholes." Right! My parents and my siblings are probably on here trying to get the secret. 🤣🤣 Do I throw a 123 on here...lol..Rahhhh...stay out of our fucking way...see asshole tendencies rearing their head, sorry.

How to deal with us and really deal with us:

1. Approach us with love no matter the conversation or the tone of the conversation

1. Ignore our BULLSHIT when we start it!

Also part of our defense mechanism is nonsense. We use nonsense as a deterrence. We are definitely the smartest person in the room(so we believe always) so just let it go.

1. Just agree it is for your benefit.

1. Avoid if we are angry because we will go to jail if necessary ;we were built for it.

1. Lastly , just don't fuck with us!