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Hey Siri, Google, “10 Easy Steps for Getting Russia to Stop Meddling In US Elections.”
We will be a generation of seventy-somethings unable to bestow anything onto future twenty-somethings. Instead, we’ll ask them if they Googled it.
It’s after midnight. I’m, yet again, avoiding writing the many articles I have due tomorrow for a blog that isn’t mine about topics I don’t care about. I don’t care about them because I find them disappointing.
It’s been a dream of mine to be a writer since I was tiny. Now, I am a writer. I define myself as such because I get paid to write. I write articles that I find disappointing, for people who use Google as a way to answer questions that 25 years ago had to be solved by critical thinking. I want to be a writer whose work inspires, drives conversation, or at the very least, resonates with others. Instead, I am the kind of writer who instructs people on how to live. I write for people who are trying to speed through life. They want shortcuts. 10 easy steps for making a million dollars. 3 steps to how you move abroad. Pay off your $56,000 of student loan debt in 3 months. The top 5 ways to wipe your ass. It’s counter to the messages I want to share, and it’s counter to how I live.