I am young. I am growing up in a world where God is not only dead but rotting. Politics and labels have filled the void where my sense of community should be. The postmodernism that preceded my generation has left me in a disassembled world of noise. I try on different world views like gloves. Too afraid to commit to anything. Too afraid to commit to anyone. Too afraid to say anything. So I mask my true feelings through several layers of irony. This has left all my speech meaningless. All my actions meaningless. My entire life meaningless. And I rail against older generations for precipitating a world of absurd pointlessness that I now have to live in. I am so desperate for a community of any kind I will latch onto any label in order to get friends. I use these labels as a poor mans substitute for group identity. Even the term zoomer is an example of this. Me desperately clinging to a label in order to be associated with anything resembling a cultural movement. Because a label, even a pointless label given to me by virtue of being born, is enough to make me feel like I have some sense of belonging in a disconnected world. Zoomers good, boomers bad. This is a comforting dichotomy.