Where did all the caring people go?

Look around at your classmates, you know the ones sitting on Facebook during your professor's lecture, just pretending to listen, but in reality are really more drawn to the soccer game that they are live streaming on their laptop screen. How about the swarm of people chain smoking outside of Suffolk buildings, despite the signs labeled ‘no smoking outside of this building'.  Or even just the people who decide that they are too hip with their beanies, tattoos, perfectly sculpted hair and are too consumed with any other trend which suppresses their ability to act like they are actually on the same level as anyone else around them. Look around, these people, and at yourself also if you were born after 76' because that means you are included in what is known as Generation Y.

What does the Y stand for? Technically it's just the next letter in sequence from those previously born in Generation X, but when I look at everyone's attitudes and disposition I think that the Y should stand for "why give a fuck?" I feel like that statement embodies the mentality of the majority of people who we see everyday, and who we actually are. This statement, which has becoming increasingly more popular and a trend in itself, has taken over how many people carry themselves and how they treat others. I see it on a daily basis and it's honestly really aggravating because the majority of things in life do need to be given more care than just the minimal fuck.

I think disrespect is a trait that comes with this trend. There are so many girls who pride themselves on being a self-proclaimed "bitch" and acting completely all right with being seen that way. These people easily throw around nasty names towards people and don't have a filter when it comes to speaking their mind, because after all, they simply just don't care. But at the end of the day when they are alone and don't have a crowd to put on a show for, does what people say about them and the realization of how many are against them on account of their actions, actually deep down make them start to care? You can act all big and bad as you want, but when it comes down to it, whether you want to admit it or not, being hated isn't a normally desired feeling. 

Not everyone in this generation who "doesn't care" what others think should automatically be grouped together under the heading of arrogance and disregard to social common courtesy towards one another. I remember growing up on a lesson that adults, even more so guidance counselors, tried to shove down our throats was individuality.

As now we are old enough to buy our own clothes, choose our hairstyle, and tattoo and pierce whatever body part we'd like, we actually have the power to build the outward appearance we want people to see us as. 

Some do it for the attention, or to fit in with the current hipster generation, or some just do it to attempt to be their own person and choose to not care about the negative things society has to say about how they choose to live their life. I guess it's the mentality you have when making physical alterations to your appearance; are you doing it to give yourself a feeling of superiority and higher social status over others? Or are you doing it to break out of the norm of society?

I mean I'm not trying to purposefully label people and put them into groups, yet another lesson taught to us through the years…I tried to think about myself as an example. Some might agree, you don't notice as many red headed girls looking like Ariel from The Little Mermaid while walking down Tremont, as often as a girl with "average" natural toned colored hair.  That red haired girl is in fact me, and I do like to think it stops me from becoming just another face, or should I say head in the crowd, and I like that.

While some people compliment and others have less than flattering things to say about my hair color choice to my face, and of course behind my back, I really don't care what they say because I like that it makes me slightly different than the tanned, dark haired college girl that we see every single day. While I altered my appearance to my liking, I didn't do it as a middle-finger-to-society effort, I did it to break out of conformity. I did it because I wanted to, because it was something that intrigued me, because it did set me a part from others.

Aside from a personality statement, the red hair also conveniently serves as a back up plan in case I somehow screw up my four years of college. How you ask? If things start to go south, I'll physically be doing the same and head to Florida to become a Disney princess, of course.