Something that I find kind of funny about my generation is how we communicate. We praise “saltiness” and brutal honesty, and readily admit to having done less-than-admirable things with a simple “me” or “same,” even for the most random things. Somehow, we are able to find relatability in anything, from a picture of a sloth to a snap of someone’s nose to a scribble with the words “I tried” on it, and honestly, I think that’s just beautiful. We are so ironic, and we exaggerate to the point of misunderstanding, even hijacking the word “literally” to mean the LITERAL opposite of what it means; e.g. “I’m literally dead. Just dig me a grave right now and get the headstone ready because I am DECEASED.”

Yet, through this drastic hyperbole and sarcasm, we are being surprisingly honest about things most people wouldn’t have dared to admit years ago. While doing so we put the saltiest, bitterest, most jaded, and very cynical people on a pedestal for us to admire and perhaps derive humor from because brutal honesty is refreshing, and we just can’t seem to get enough of it.

We are truly a very compassionate, aware, and open generation, but we are also just so, so salty, and for that reason, I love us so much.

Image Credit: Van Cura, Allison. I Fell in Love with Salt. 2016. Let’s Talk Sugar. https://www.letstalksugar.com/confessions/fell-  love-salt/. Accessed October 2017