The F Generation

We live in an f generation. F for frustration, for forbidden, for family, for. You know what I mean I guess. I am tired of guessing, of knowing, of doubting, of wanting. Of not having enough. Cos one can never have everything. The f generation is just a consequence of our being pampered, of our having everything we want. As though we had asked for it. For. If you see what I mean.
The problem, I guess -and, I repeat, I am tired of guessing, of repeating, of being (tired)-, is that we have too much. We live in an f-too-much generation. In a pampered Europe which cries out loud for its not having all toys of the shop, all tea types of the rain, all time of the world.
The Carpe Diem f generation is a new advertisement strategy. CPF. C for Cent, P for Pamper, F for Faint. Pampered cent that faints with time. Just put a little bit of cinnemon in the recipe, you´ll see that it works. C for Cinnemon, P for Pain, F for Fun. A self-sufficient interdependent generation which turns around in circles, around itself of course, an egocentric, overstimulated sense-centred nebulose. Let it taste, let it hurt, let the joy begin. Cinnemon, pain, fun. A pampered generation.
I guess –and I am tired of guessing- that I am, once again, being the little hypocrite. The little hypocrite who criticizes a group she belongs to. Although, I guess –and I am tired of guessing, did I say that before?- that one needs to belong to a group in order to be able to criticise it properly, since it is only from within that one can perceive what is going on rather than just talking about the unknown. The unkown f generation.
Pamper, guess, repeat, within, group, senses, fun. Frustration. Oh yes I am so happy to belong to the current f generation.