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Born in the blur between Gen X and Y, there is a sub-sect known as the Oregon Trail Generation.

Our formative years included both the Dewey Decimal System and Google. Pay phones and iPhones. Cassette tapes and Spotify.

We remember grounding ourselves before we turns on the Apple IIC in the computer lab and the sound of dial-up internet.

The errs in judgement and foolishness of our youth were rarely documented on film and were never published for the world to see.

Today, we’re in our late thirties and early forties. Most of us have realized we’re not invincible. And that we don’t know it all. And, in the words of those who’ve aged before us: youth is most definitely wasted on the young.

I find myself daydreaming about my twenties. Longing for the freedom and unencumbered choice. Tweaked with new regret for failing to live the width of my life and not simply the length. While errantly forgetting the shackles that limited lateral movement.

Now, on Facebook and Twitter, I know very few people care what I have to say. I know this because I care very little about what they say. Social is a place I go to be brave and then cowardly wait for approval of people peripheral to my life.

Social media is to our adulthood as the yellow pages were to our youth. It takes up and unnecessary amount of space in our lives, but conversely provides functionality.

So, like the dysfunctional relationship it is, I’ll log off for a bit rather than severing ties.