So Gen Z actually starts in 1995, contrary to the popular belief that it starts in 2000.
The kid in this picture would make him around my age. Trips me out. We were born on the old side of Gen Z, neither old enough to where we were brought up before the big changes, nor young enough to where we were born into it and accustomed to it like younger Gen Z kids or Gen Alpha.
Born just at the time where we had a taste of the old world, and were conscious enough to see as all the changes were rolled out and see what was taken from us. We had the internet as it flourished and before the mass censorship, and were able to educate ourselves and not be dependent on MSM and public schools. We were able to kind of red-pill ourselves a lot.
I feel the bitterness and resentment so much more this way.
I long for the days of my childhood, but know those days are far gone. The world we once knew, taken. The best we can do, and the closest we can get to it is fighting to our absolute dying breaths to make sure at least our children will get to see something resembling it.
So Gen Z actually starts in 1995, contrary to the popular belief that it starts in 2000.
The kid in this picture would make him around my age. Trips me out. We were born on the old side of Gen Z, neither old enough to where we were brought up before the big changes, nor young enough to where we were born into it and accustomed to it like younger Gen Z kids or Gen Alpha.
Born just at the time where we had a taste of the old world, and were conscious enough to see as all the changes were rolled out and see what was taken from us. We had the internet as it flourished and before the mass censorship, and were able to educate ourselves and not be dependent on MSM and public schools. We were able to kind of red-pill ourselves a lot.
I feel the bitterness and resentment so much more this way.
I long for the days of my childhood, but know those days are far gone. The world we once knew, taken. The best we can do, and the closest we can get to it is fighting to our absolute dying breaths to make sure at least our children will get to see something resembling it.