Yesterday, I happened to read this article, and it got me thinking. In summary, the piece was about the current state of parenthood, the “Me” generation, and parents who never let their children learn to struggle (though I think this mainly relates to affluent families). Simply put, the psyche is like the immune system; you must let it be harmed if it is to adapt and resist further harm.
As a whole, it made a lot of sense to me. Growing up with my mother, she was extremely stern and a complete narcissist. We lived in a town where most people didn’t have too much money to blow (though the area had a lower cost of living and was more rural, so we’re not talking inner-city hardcore). Yet, I believe that I am much stronger because of it. Though no child should ever feel so low about himself that he believes committing suicide would be a favor to everyone else, hardship can be a way of shaping us. The only problem is that it really fucking hurts at the time.
In contrast, when I went to live with my dad, who lives in a suburban/upper-middle class area, there were some noticeable changes both with myself and with how people my age acted compared to the people back home. Sure, even the one’s back home were high-school petty and cruel, but the rich ones tended to be a lot more self-centered, selfish, and endowed with a sense of entitlement.
I suppose even the fact that I am writing this post is testament to the fact that we live in a more “Me” centered world. After all, who the hell am I? I’m just some college-kid with a laptop, an expert of nothing and more questions than answers.