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They seem, for lack of a better word, unwholesome. Youth is the time to push your limits, expand your boundaries, and to embrace people, and ideas, which are different. Of course, I turned 17 in 1960, when the limits were being pushed, so that might color my thinking. These young people seem to me to be bitter old codgers, trapped in a youth's body. They seem to have no joy that does not involve expressing disdain and hatred for people, or ideas, that are different.
I am trying to imagine my brothers and I not only clinging to our parent's ideas of what was proper, but actually forming societies with other young people and perpetuating those narrow minded ideas. Unless it expresses itself in hatred for, or violence against, the poor, the needy, the elderly, the children, and all the less fortunate, I can tolerate a great deal of rebellion in young people. These are not NORMAL young people, at least to me.
When I read about their escapades, all of the hate-filled "skits" they apparently delight in, I can see, in my mind's eye, my grandmother's more narrow minded friends, suddenly possessed of youthful bodies, writing the scripts, and performing in the very acts these young/old people delight in. I'm almost 64, so you can only imagine how conservative the mindset of my grandmother's peers was.
All that comes to my mind, unbidden, when I read about these poor deluded young people is what the cry that preceded lepers long ago... the cry is..."Unclean, unclean..."
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