Oh Gen Y, how I love thee so!

Two things happened today, completely independent of each other. Combined they signify a turning point in my overall feelings toward Generation Y.

First, I was doing a bit of spring cleaning when I came across an enormous box of old pictures. The pictures where mostly of my 20 something years when I lived overseas. I am at that “age” when people stop taking pictures of you and you’re the one taking all the pics. It’s a typical evolution of life when several years go by without current pics. Unless of course, you are one of those self-loving bloggers who take an abundance of pictures of themselves at strange angles (you know who you are!).

I realized how much I smiled in all the pictures. Whoever says high school years are the best, lied. The best years of my life (um, so far) is from 22-26yrs. Sometimes, I miss that period in my life.

Later on in the evening, I was fumbling though some my RSS feeds and Alltop pages reading different blogs. Typically, my response to most Gen Y (not all) blog posts have been the “WTF? You are so missing major historical points in the discussion.”

Tonight, though I started to say “WTF!”, I stopped before the end of the post. I realized Gen Y is that perfect years of innocent innovative thinking to which a person will never reclaim. Twenty somethings are old enough to know Kraft cheese slices come from cows, but are not jaded with the ugly truth of the dirty, unpublicized processes that go into making that cheese slice.

So tonight, I fell in love with Generation Y for the first time. It’s the love of an elder who listens and smiles as the younger generation speaks with flamboyancy and energy, hoping they won’t loose that spark completely as they grow up.