The Empirical Manifesto

On the contrary, you rarely respond at all, though I'm always delighted when you do. The topic came up again today about adding him back into the mix, but I realized its me who has the problem, not him. You see, I've enjoyed the serene interaction with other adults since he's been banned, and discovered that I am the one at fault when he comments. I don't like who I become when he begins his dance of asininity, as I am unable to ignore it. Every other time in my life that I have been faced with such irrevocable turmoil, I simply choose to separate myself from that which afflicts me, and this shouldn't be any different.

Generation Y (or as celtmanx likes to remind us, Generation "Why" as in "Why do I have to work for a living") is something which has been discussed in great detail within the annals of this blog - mostly in the comments though there are a couple of entries on it (http://ehowton.livejournal.com/tag/angst) as at one time I had a rather wide-range of readers. But as my journal often imitates life, friends come and go.